[She lets him rush past her, her nose wrinkling up as she tries to hum to herself and not listen to an alien throwing up massive quantities of food. Whenever he gets back, she's found herself a nice bag of crisps and is perched up on one of the countertops, happily devouring them.]
I'm makin' tea, if you're up for it. Might help you feel better.
[Hopefully. She doesn't think she can handle hearing more retching sounds today.]
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I'm makin' tea, if you're up for it. Might help you feel better.
[Hopefully. She doesn't think she can handle hearing more retching sounds today.]