"I don't ever get sick, so I have no idea," Chas replied grumpily, before finally turning and plopping down in her seat. She eyed the cup of tea balefully, but then reached over to pick up the mug, pinching her nose with one hand before she took a sip. Though she made a face, Chas managed to take a couple sips before she had to settle it down, resting a hand on her stomach to try and calm it. "I feel like shite."