"Okay," she agreed quietly, not even contemplating arguing because no way was she going anywhere for a while. The nausea was beginning to set in, that wonderful sign of a good old-fashioned head injury, and she was grateful for the dimmer lights of the ship. If she'd been anywhere made by humans, the bright lights would have been killing her eyes.

She took slow, shallow breaths to get through that first wave of nausea and lifted a shaking hand to press gently at her left temple. "It's getting so loud in here..."