Yes, Slav was the most easily distracted of the Jones Boys, absent-minded to the extreme. But he was not completely detached from the world around him, despite what Nik liked to say. In this instance, it was pretty much impossible to be utterly off in his own world, what with the rampant shaking of the ship. At the moment it felt like every one of his easily distracted braincells was being rattled around in his skull, nearing cell death almost.
He had to snort in amusement at the thought of Nik or Ios unable to take care of themselves. Heck, even Gor could. "Yeah, wouldn't be the first time." When he looked over at her, there was not much color to her face. "Just breathe, okay." Last thing anyone needed right now, especially her, was to be throwing up in the middle of a rocking spree of the ship.
The funny thing was, Juhi had just asked when it would end...and it did. Feeling as if he had just run a marathon, Slav relaxed his stranglehold on the seat's armrests, dropping his head onto his hands. After a long moment or two, he picked himself back up to look over at the Indian woman. "Are you okay?"