Syra's head hurt. Her eyes watered and her vision swayed as she climbed back into her seat. She just gazed around in a daze as she collected her thoughts. She was slowly loosing the hyper effect that the catnip had had on her and soon realised what had just happened. Syra felt like crying. She was an embarrassment to the little Fellen left. She scowled at the floor before resuming a blank expression and looking up at the commander.