Syberix laughs, drinks and tells the night away. She seems to thrive off the crowd gathering around her, enjoying the revelry. She regales them with tales, whether or not they want it, including the ork she fought and won, as it would seem obvious... fighting an ork is much like fighting a tiger - you may get a shiner, but if that's all you came away with you obviously won.
As the lights come up, the place looks better than she figured it would.... or that could be the vodka talking. Either way, she would need to remember to come back to this place... She manages to her feet, grabs her bag and stumbles out the door with a wave, "Bon Soir mes amies! Demain".... she pauses a moment to try and remember the word.... *Scheiße*.... "Sieg!"
With her mixed message she leaves and disappears into the bunk. She sits down and takes a look around the room, and when she gets a chance - before passing out, she pulls a small pocket knife from her survival kit and finds somewhere to etch an upside down cross into. She has herself a good chuckle, reboxes the knife, and face plants into her pillow.
<Robot, you are setting ze alarm for the morning.>
She barely manages to get the message to her agent before succumbing to the liquor and fatigue.