Before she could even try to reply to Muse's outburst, Az was being thrown in the opposite direction. Immediately she was reminded of the fact that she had spent much of the fist part of the cruise in her room attempting to keep down the food offered by the cruise line. Only now it was not just her stomach that was lurching, but her everything. Beneath her (rather expensive) spray-on tan, she paled.
Sliding across the floor with far too much speed and force, for anyone's good, Az scrambled to catch a hold of something. Sadly, she failed, and her back hit against a far wall. Beside a man somewhere around her age, probably a bit younger. The breath whooshing out of her again, she pressed her palms flat against the floor.
She hoped that Jeb was not being injured somewhere else on the ship, she thought as her heart clenched.
Az turned her head away, catching sight of the blood on the young man at her side. "Oh my god!"