It's a good thing she gets that bucket, because closing her eyes, or opening them. Sitting or standing didn't seem to make a difference to how her stomach was churning.

So no soon as it gets there, she grabs it and drags it under her head with a heaving retch of her shoulders as her empty stomach threw up bile. Acrid and burning on her throat. Tears stung her eyes as she shuddered.

"... Sorry."