"I-it's on the table upstairs," Manabu calls. "Next to the plate!"

Manabu hesitates, half a mind to tell them to switch roles, but...Tony's already on his way. He rubs his face, dragging his hand across his ear to the back of his neck.

Well...well, if this was going to be the worst of problems aboard? Maybe that's a good thing.

"Feeling any better?" he asks Peter, tilting his head to peer over at him. "Most of that must've been yesterday's, so there can't be much more left to hack up."