Aery, in exasperation, puts a blanket over each of her creatures' terrariums. Without opposable thumbs, they can't get out from underneath. She stumbles at the ships' shaking and claps her hands over her mouth to keep her breakfast from coming up, and races to the bathroom.
"Ugh, I hope the next ship has better stabilizers." She mumbles, as she gets a drink of water to try to calm her stomach. "Like, thirty-six more hours, or so, Charlie?" she raises her voice slightly.