"I-...I'll be fine..." she answered, swaying ever so slightly as nausea continued to run it's course through her body. Her brown hair fell over her face as she tucked her head in between her knees, trying her best to recover. She couldn't afford to remain in such a state when everyone's, not just her own, lives were on the line. Maybe if she focused on a conversation she could recover.

"So, once we get out of this, what's the first thing you're going to do? I'm planning on watching a re-run marathon of Crazy Days, the television show where a bunch of women have to fight for the love of a single guy. Funny stuff..."

Talking about their futures might do more good then just distracting her from her motion sickness and fear of heights. It could also get them to bond and give them more motivation to keep on living and face their fears in this battle to come. Something to look forward too in this bleak looking world.