[She manages to snatch her clothes back, still feeling like she's going to throw up all over the floor. She manages to shove herself to a sitting position and tug on a shirt that will cover her at least to the tops of her thighs.]
'Bout me gettin' this ability.
[She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.] Sorry I'm goin' to--you've got a bucket or bowl or something. [It's pretty clear that she's going to hurl]