She'd clenched her mouth so tight she'd shattered her own teeth...
"Hey, Knives! Feelin' okay?" Vash stood in the doorway with a ball. Knives tried to remember where he was.
"I was gonna see if the crew would play dodgeball." He paused at his brother's silence. "Think you're up to it?"
"Not tonight. Tomorrow?"
Vash's grin flipped, eyes shining. "Okay! See you at dinner." He smirked just before leaving. "Prepare for defeat, brother!"
The door was almost shut when the agony returned. Knives grimaced, stomach churching, and wondered why the ship's main control console kept coming to mind.