Donovan wasn't really going all that fast around the curve, but it was still a little faster than Kyu-Sik would've liked him to be going. "Slow down," he gently pleaded, shifting in his seat again, "[i]brake[/i]." And they made it without dying. His hand went back to clutching his mouth and he leaned his head against the glass. Based on what his stomach had already violently forced him to leave in the bushes back on the mountain, Kyu-Sik couldn't imagine how much could really be left inside of him. He held his breath for a moment and then took a deep breath afterwards.
"I'm not," he answered honestly, one arm returning to press against his stomach. "Do your co-workers usually give strangers food poisoning, or am I just special?" The sarcasm could have never been clearer from his typically flat tone. He was incredibly unamused, though it was hard to really pinpoint what would've really made him sick. He was used to the fried surprises of his sister, so he was fairly certain that it couldn't have been that. The stew and the drink that Louisa had given him was odd enough that he could have blamed it for his current illness. There were other things, but he couldn't really be suspicious of anything that Donovan had also eaten since he didn't seem to be suffering at all.
Either way, Kyu-Sik wasn't happy. He had to find a way to get his mind off of his stomach. The thought of food alone was enough to make his insides turn. "How about you? Need help figuring anything else out before we both die?"