Pixie spat the snow out, her mouth feeling better. It was a good thing she didn't have much in her stomach, but it was a bad thing that she threw up and felt dizzy. All those signs led up to her having a concussion. Great, another one
"A week?" she questioned. A few days maybe, but a whole week? With Hagar gone missing, and Mustang being damn near exclusive with Lot, Pixie was being requested more and more. Sure, she could work at the bar for a week, but with the weather turned cold, people were looking for warm-bodied company.
She took Niro's advice and placed some more snow in her hand and put it on her face. She took a second to contemplate Niro's offer of carrying her. She was pretty sure there wasn't anything left in her stomach but bile and if only he was moving, she probably wouldn't get as dizzy.
"Okay," she nodded. "It's probably best that I stop walking anyways. I think I might have a concussion. Cold brick walls hurt when your head gets slammed against one," Pixie said, once again trying to be upbeat and joking. "And I promise I won't throw up on you," she said with a cute smile.