[ she gives him a skeptical look, like she's not entirely sure if he's going to try something or not, but the nausea is making decisions for her right now.
she takes a tentative seat on one of the nearby boxes, forcing herself to breathe out slowly before letting her head rest between her knees. ]
Fuck.
[ get it together, jones. jesus christ. this is not the time for this crap.
she takes a few deep breaths, then looks up at peter again. ]
no subject
she takes a tentative seat on one of the nearby boxes, forcing herself to breathe out slowly before letting her head rest between her knees. ]
Fuck.
[ get it together, jones. jesus christ. this is not the time for this crap.
she takes a few deep breaths, then looks up at peter again. ]
Exactly— mmf. Exactly how far are we from earth?