Maybe this wasn't a smart idea, she said to herself. She didn't feel so well, and unfortunately for her, the Blackbird didn't come equip with sickness bags. And Scott was talking to her, but all she seemed to hear in her head was "blah, blah, blah…"
She hadn't exactly discussed her current situation with any of the others. She wasn't showing, and she didn't think she gave away too many tell-tale signs. Sickness could be attributed to bad food. Mood swings were blamed on the stress of recent events.
Who'd questioned her. Her word was solid. If she said it, that's all it was. No one need dig deeper that that. Why would they? She was an earnest woman. She may hide her emotions, but she wasn't known to outright lie.
And watching Scott's lips move was making her stomach churn worse.
Maybe she should've told someone about the pregnancy, and maybe she shouldn't be trying to participate in missions. But she could take care of herself. She would be okay. She wouldn't let anything happen to herself or the baby. She'd die first.
Besides, missions gave her a needed break from Shinobi. Missions allowed her to concentrate, to problem solve. Things she was good at. Missions left little time to think about Shinobi or his indecisiveness.
And why was Scott was going on and on and on…?
She hadn't told Shinobi that she was going on the mission despite his protests. She didn't exactly know how she was supposed to explain her absence to him. He seemed to almost care that she might get hurt while out on a mission. Whether it was for his own convenience or not, she couldn't be sure about.
She had to give Shinobi more credit. At least, he was hanging in there. And… what was Scott talking about again? Iron Man? Fantastic Four? What? Oh Goddess, she was going to be sick.
"… right on my shoes…!"
Finally, Scott made some kind of sense.