As no one argued with Payne about pocketing the daggers, she did in fact do so. Curling up with herself.. figuring that no one would want her to take a watch, she sleeps peacefully through the night. And by peacefully we mean with one eye opened at all times. The crew had grown farther and farther apart as time had gone on, perhaps it would've been disheartening to a less calloused soul. Grunting as Lokin roused the troops, a gloved hand lifted to rub the sleep out of her eyes and she sits up. "Do you think we can all play nice long enough to finish the work that needs to be done here?" Pencil thinned brow lifted on her marred visage as she climbed to her feet, dusting off her leather clad rump. "I'm all for getting our rightful treasure, but what if there is no more? What if that was the end? I think its a coin's flip chance of whether or not we've all ready slayed the beast of the compound. But!" Shrugging delicate shoulders, the motion complete with satisfying crackles and pops. "I've nothing better to do; hell, besides, I'm going to need an escort just getting back to town safely." A smirk tip-toes upon her lips; always looking out for herself in the end.