[Montana arrives up on deck, where he finds people. Some are crowded around Alysha, who's sitting on the steps, holding her stomach. A few more are near two other guys, one sitting and rubbing his foot, the other clutching his arm.] * Montana jogs over. "Ma'am?" [The crew clear the way for Montana. Alysha looks up at him. "Montana... Ugh..." Hopefully she makes that sound because of the itching, not because she's not happy to see him.] [One of the crew looks at Montana gravely. "She's good loopy," he says. "Says there was somethin' in the water. I didn't see nothin' though."] * Montana frowns. "The water?" He looks at Alysha again, then walks over and crouches by her. "How ya feelin'?" ["Sick," She says simply.] Nigel's gettin' the doctor. C'mon. * Montana scoops Alysha up carefully. Assuming she doesn't protest, he starts carrying her down to the others. [She does! "I can walk, Montana. It doesn't hurt. It just... feels wrong."] * Montana doesn't let go, so so much for that! "Well, just in case you can't. Gordo and Shiho were makin' noises about feelin' nauseous; don't want you passin' out all of a sudden or something." [Alysha grins. "Just give me a bottle of vodka and I'll take care of that part for you."] * Montana rolls his eyes, but he grins, too. "Least your sense of humor ain't sufferin'." * Montana carries Alysha down to the common room!