[Artemis at least has some practice being toted around by a speedster and it didn't do her any harm, but that was before the military started messing with her eyesight. Things which should be a harmless blur are in stark relief and the effect is... unsettling. She has never felt carsick before in her life, but she's starting to get an idea of what it might be like. She closes her eyes, determined not do to anything as pathetic as cling. Or puke.
... Definitely not going to puke.
She's grateful for the break and manages not to be too wobbly. Also, her ears kind of burn--particularly the one that was facing forward. Not that she is going to admit any of this. She might be a little green around the gills, though.]
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... Definitely not going to puke.
She's grateful for the break and manages not to be too wobbly. Also, her ears kind of burn--particularly the one that was facing forward. Not that she is going to admit any of this. She might be a little green around the gills, though.]
So, how much further?