Kate's about to tell her not to worry because she's got great aim in puking as in everything else. But the look on other-Kate's face is enough to stop her cold. Kate just takes a step back and leans against the wall, arms crossed around her waist and watching other-Kate while she lets her stomach settle. It's not too bad, but it's worth giving her friend the time.
"Right?" Kate's own gaze scans the bright signs and neon, but also the path ahead and she maps it against previous visits to see if anything obvious has shifted. Changes in terrain were always danger signs down here. "It's like going from Bizarro Gilligan's Island to Bizarro Las Vegas by way of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea."
No, she's not going to talk about 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, why she knows it, and why it's one of the only exceptions to her hating rides. Period. Not for anyone.
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Date: 2012-06-01 09:10 am (UTC)"Right?" Kate's own gaze scans the bright signs and neon, but also the path ahead and she maps it against previous visits to see if anything obvious has shifted. Changes in terrain were always danger signs down here. "It's like going from Bizarro Gilligan's Island to Bizarro Las Vegas by way of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea."
No, she's not going to talk about 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, why she knows it, and why it's one of the only exceptions to her hating rides. Period. Not for anyone.