[ there wasn't a spider in the carriage at the beginning of take-off, but there definitely is afterwards, and she's staring at him in vague anxiety. Please don't throw up, she's thinking as hard as she can, it's Orange's job to clean the rooms this month. She just checked, and everything.
She thinks, though, about his question. You know, from a theoretical standpoint. No? No, she hasn't seen anyone throw up. Which is kind of impressive, if you think about it!
The small bin under the seats is promptly pulled out and set in front of him. Two of her other legs are occupied messing around with her shiny new gadget, which is now hanging around her neck on silk thread, and promptly informs him in its bland machine voice: ]
03: departure
She thinks, though, about his question. You know, from a theoretical standpoint. No? No, she hasn't seen anyone throw up. Which is kind of impressive, if you think about it!
The small bin under the seats is promptly pulled out and set in front of him. Two of her other legs are occupied messing around with her shiny new gadget, which is now hanging around her neck on silk thread, and promptly informs him in its bland machine voice: ]
No. You would be the first.