That sick feeling was back as she listened, backing up slightly and hugging her arms to herself...and over her stomach. Sinking to her knees, she said, "Think I need to sit down..."


"...cept I'm already sitting down..." Outside the construct. She was still going to sit down here on the roof, not feeling very well. Everything might have been too much, too quickly and it was catching up with her. She looked a little green.