Slowly wakes up, blink sleepily. Remaining where she is she looks up at the sky, and wonders just how long she has been napping. Way longer then she meant to obviously. Sits up with a stretch and a yawn, short hair sticking out in all directions, with some added grass and leaves here and there. Syk rolls her shoulders, feeling the knots that formed while she slept. With a sigh she rolls to her feet and shakes off the additions mother nature had added to her hair and outfit, they fall off in a small flurry. Makes a mental note that she needs to stop sleeping in the yards of people she doesn't even know.