Eventually Yura opened her eyes and got out of bed, feeling refreshed. She hadn't been meditating on a particular subject nor sleeping, just letting her mind wander and rest. She got dressed and brushed out her black, bobbed, straight hair with a small red comb. Then she used the comb to pin back a section of hair on the right side. She did it without needing to look. 

Then before leaving she turned around and examined the room. It was completely undecorated. There was a dresser, bed, and desk, period. No curtains or rug or other decorations. Not even a mirror. She looked down at her palm seals and sighed. When she was a young child and first began her collection her room had been artistically decorated with shrunken heads, skulls, and various combs, hair clips and ribbons, with all of the hair arranged and displayed by color and texture. She missed that room. But once her collection grew to an unmanageable size and she began to specialize in manipulating it, she developed the seals and began to use them instead. And currently she had too little of her collection left to spare any for decorating. Thus the sigh. 

Shaking her head, she left the room, sealing it behind her out of habit. Then she went searching for Konan or Nagato to make a report. She went first to the room where she'd been given her assignment but it was empty. The room itself held no interest though so she gave up and left. Surely if they really wanted a report they would find her. Besides, she'd really only tried because she wanted to tell someone about her awesome maze/trap. Not because she'd wanted to be a dutiful lackey. Shrugging, she made her way to the kitchen. Whatever fancy healing technique that kunoichi had used on her was awesome but now she was hungry all over again. And she was going to eat. Even if she had to fix it herself...