Syrlya stands a little bit behind out of respect, but he is lifting on his toes a bit to assure he can see over the heads of everyone else. The man is so vacant and lifeless he's almost sure he's just a corpse until they get him moving.

He looks around quickly at the white-coated men and their... strange transportation, the boat, and then follows that line straight to the island in the distance. Then it snaps back when he realizes they've already hauled the man in the vehicle, slamming the door, and driving off.

He leans over, asking nobody in particular in the hopes that anybody might answer while they're gossiping. "What just happened?"