"That was...cool," Katie replied to Sue. Her voice was a little weak and the colour in her face had drained out. "I'll go check on the passengers now." She drew herself unsteadily upright. "Some of 'em might be...queasy."<br/><br/>Sue and the captain shared a knowing smirk as their new stewie lurched toward the hatch. She'd get used to it. Suddenly she stopped and turned. "Oh, Captain? One of the soldiers said something weird earlier. He said to tell you that some of his team had been replaced just before the flight? Don't really know what he meant by it." She shrugged. "Maybe he's done too much looking into jumpspace."<br/><br/>Message delivered, Katie headed back into the bowels of the ship. She took a detour to the crew head, where she spent a miserable couple of minutes draped over a toilet bowl puking out last night's alcohol.<em>Oh Razz</em>, she thought forlornly,<em>why did we drink so much?</em><br/><br/>Katie bent over a sink and guzzled down some water straight out of the faucet. She rinsed her mouth, spat, and forced herself to get back to work. She hurried back to her cabin for a fast reapplication of lipstick, then climbed the ladder to passenger country.