"You're looking a little green there, bud."

Ghost's voice suddenly interjects from closeby. Your face sours as your already squeaming stomach begins to churn. You'd hoped no one would notice how sick you felt. The sushi from yesterday- or maybe it was the enchiladas? In any case, you're feeling nauseous to your very bones, skin pale and clammy, unable to even stomach the thought of a single bite of food. Ghost's the only one who'd noticed you were a little off, sounding almost worried.