Ryssa raised a brow as the man fell asleep far too easily. Shaking her head, the woman gave a irritated noise. "How in the sands of Set can he fall asleep so quickly and easily?" The young woman muttered with a roughness in her voice. Turning her gaze to the closest companion, which was Neriad 'Rys' gave a the man a quick look. Perhaps it would be wise to follow the nosy captain's advice. To talk and try to make some friends, which went against what Ryssa had grown up with. Perhaps her mother had been wrong in this advice? It wasn't like the woman was infallible.

"Don't like talking." Rys shrugged at Neriad as if it was obvious. "My only interest lies in reaching Egypt with some gold in my name." It wasn't like that land was filled with riches and treasures. It was, but the sand often took as much as it gave or so her mother had spoke from her homeland. "Where are you from any ways, 'little shit'?" The woman tilted her head, as she took the moniker that Amen had used. "I've seen none of your like in Rome."