[Her stomach churns as they lurch to a stop.] Oh, oh, I am going to vomit!--No. No, wait . . . I swallowed it, I am good. [She said all that with childish elation, like the nausea was all part of the fun.

Looking at Croach as the harnesses are lifted away she can see his disappointment it was over, so as she steps out she holds out her hand to him to aid him out of the car, stating:] I think we should return to the line, what do you think?