"My mum is Scottish, Marcus," Alex told him, finally smiling a bit. "I was jerking your chain. Though yes, let's avoid me puking on something. Even though I'm not sure there's much to bring back up."
"Probably," he agreed, that small smile blossoming into more of a real grin now. "No fair manhandling me when I'm not awake to enjoy it." He sighed then, pushing his already messy hair out of his eyes. He could probably use a shower and a good meal, though right now he was focusing more on not falling down until they got...wherever it was they were going.