"I'm good." He waved off her offer. "Still queasy." It would help, if he could force it down. He also desperately wanted a coffee, but that would have to wait as well. It was a pity, the French had good coffee too.

"But I'm glad you're enjoying it." Nemo wasn't sure how much longer he could avoid the elephant in the room without bursting. "Everything okay?" He blurted out, almost immediately as the thought popped into his head for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes alone. What caused his filter to lapse, he wasn't sure, but perhaps some flow of normal conversation was helping?