[[Tyki lies still, his long, somewhat lanky form draped comfortably as possible over the cot he's claimed as his. His eyes are open, searching the eaves and shadowy crevases of the ceiling above. His lips are set in a slight purse, his eyes distant at best, as if they aren't really seeing what he's looking at. The room feels off kilter, but the noah assumes thats due to the drugs in the food he's been eating. For the most part though, things seem a little easier than usual. He feels a disconnect from what he is, one that almos tseems comfortable.]]
"......"
[[The man shifts after a moment, his eyes refocusing the glance over the people they're locked up with. Of course he seeks out the exorcists first. They're just as defenseless as he is right now, but still, a sense of apprehension that he's not used to feeling invades his chest when he realizes just how out numbered he and road are. Road doesn't seem to be herself either. For a moment Tyki closes his eyes. How much longer are they going to be stuck here? The sooner they got out the better. The fact that even the Earl has managed to get taken in by these people is disturbing. For now, Tyki remains lost in thought, even as he observes others in the hold]]