[Over all? Amelia is not enjoying her introduction to Paradisa a single bit. The idea that's she's been snatched from not just her motel room, but her entire world is bad enough. But she's also struggling to walk on something called a ship, without having to stop every five minutes to heave over the railing or into a bucket. The ocean may be
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And Amelia can't blame her. She brings the book along, and makes her way to where Kaylee's perched. It isn't easy, and at the end Amelia all but crashes into the side of the cot.]
Ow!
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Hey! You okay?
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[Mostly. Amelia can't right herself right away for fear of retching, but if she moves slowly enough, maybe.]
I was going to ask you that, actually. With everything that happened yesterday, you didn't get hurt, did you?
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I was just hopin' that we'd get some time on a ship where we ain't runnin' for our lives.
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[Amelia doesn't know why she looks guilty, but she's not going to comment on it.]
It would've been nice, but it didn't happen. I'm glad you're okay though.
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[she curls up a little on her cot, resting her chin on her knees] Figures. The time we finally end up on a ship, and it ain't even one I can be useful on.
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[The fact that Amelia is still kneeling isn't unrelated to this.]
It's like the worst hangover I've ever had, times a thousand.
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[D:]
...maybe I could look in the kitchen...see if there's somethin' that could help with settlin' it?
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