Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5865155-20150106214343/@comment-25464065-20150117012539

Ah, right. That's why Chartreuse refused to associate with the rest of the team.

Elise was not good at these little spats, to be perfectly fair. Any sort of fighting got her rather nervous, for one, and these little self-depreciative remarks were getting increasingly hard to fend off. She counted herself lucky that she even managed to keep Rosa in the group after the Deathstalker incident weeks ago. Being a good friend was difficult for someone so.........self-centered, she supposed was the correct terminology.

As Rosa shifted subjects again the small girl felt a jab in her stomach suddenly, like she'd been hit by something blunt and had the wind knocked out of her. She'd been feeling a little dizzy since take off, but now she was starting to feel that looming sense of nausea over her. Elise coughed then, half to break the tension over the group and half to clear her throat, and stood.

"If you will all excuse me, I need to..." She was already stepping past her team carefully, trying not to let herself sway along with the rest of the plane. "...freshen up."