Applejack making her way slowly and queasily along the length of the deck, one hand pressed to her gut and the other keeping contact with the nearest wall for support. Her face goes green upon getting a whiff of the treats being enjoyed by a couple of passersby, and a brief lurch stops her cold and brings her perilously close to losing her lunch where she stands. As she moves across to lean over the rail, you came across Applejack by the rails to comfort her