Molly grimaced as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, smearing the vomit that was left near the corner of her mouth. Before coming to Terra, she would have grabbed something like a napkin rather than use her own clothing…but there wasn’t a clean spot on this shirt anymore. She had two shirts, and this was the cleaner of the two, which was sad.<br/>“I guess it could be worse.” She mumbled weakly. She had managed to find herself something to eat the night before. Now she was regretting it. She hated the feeling of throwing up, that hot, slimy…She let the thought trail off; the red head was feeling sick again. Taking a deep breath, she straightened to her full height. Before arriving, she had been pretty she supposed, with her red hair and long legs. She had cleaned up well, that was how she thought of it. But now, she didn’t even want to look at herself. Her hair felt matted and greasy whenever she touched it. She could only imagine how terrible she smelled.<br/>Molly frowned. Enough of the pity party. She had a mission to do today. Today, she was finally getting off this God forsaken planet. Where she would go, she had no idea, but as long as she could get away from all this, she didn’t care. She couldn’t take the visions and the smells anymore. At least with less people she might be able to handle it better. She hoped anyway.<br/><br/>No more curling up in a ball for her. She was finding herself a ship and stowing away. It didn’t<em>seem</em>like it’d be too hard. Granted, all she had to go on was movies…but it couldn’t be that hard, could it? She made her way to the docks, shying away from people by instinct, but in the throng near the market it was almost impossible. She tried not to throw up again, but by the time she got near the ships, she was feeling weak and dizzy. She really didn’t want to draw attention to herself either. Head in something of a fog, she didn’t take much time in deciding which ship she should board. The huge cargo ship<em>The Dirty Ivan</em>looked like it would have plenty of space to hide. That would work, that would be her ticket off this rock. Looking around, she started to walk in the direction of the ship. Were people watching her? She crept to the side of the ship, making sure that no one outside the ship could report her. She took one last look and darted inside, finding herself stopped in her tracks. All she could think was<em>What the hell?</em>