She hits the floor on her hands and knees, coughing and hacking and complete with the distinct feeling she might throw up. It's an incredibly unpleasant sensation, and she sits there for a few moments, on her hands and knees, with her eyes closed as she waits for the nausea to pass.

It takes longer than she prefers, but eventually it subsides enough for her to pull her head up to look around and -- see that she isn't alone. Not by a long shot. There's people all over the place going through the same thing that she is -- not that that's any kind of comfort.

Pulling herself to her feet, she wraps her arms around herself, shuddering despite herself as she staggers -- somewhere.

Probably into you.