[You're a distraction, Richie Tozier. As he moves closer, Prior turns and opens his eyes, letting his focus narrow from a chamber full of people to just one. Though, it takes a moment.]

What? Oh - no, no, I came up when I heard the message, like you.

[He lets the hand he raised curl inward, tucking it in against his chest like a held breath. It's not just wakefulness he's worried about but - there's no sense of distress. Maybe he wouldn't be able to pick it out from the mass unconscious tangle here even if there was but - he likes to think he would.

And what makes him so sure? He hesitates, and the blithe smile he come's up with's as much evidence as anything of a lie.]

Call it my feminine intuition. If anything they're sleeping deeper than they should be - the ship's empty, too, abandoned everyone from Captain to rats. We're aboard the Marie Celeste.