He'd at least aimed for the floor. The floor his feet was on, yes, but the floor nonetheless. Collette pulled her head back, fluffing feathers out in an involuntary reaction to the sound of him retching the second time.

Man, she always hated vomiting. With her current senses, it didn't look or smell quite so bad as usual.

She craned her head to the side to lock one golden eye on Yosuke.

< Yeah, I meant it literally the whole time! What did you think I meant? Also, dude, you probably should get water or something to wash your mouth out, we've... I've got glasses right next to the kitchen sink. >

She wondered if she should feel bad about this. Part of her did, but more was smugly noting that yet again, she'd pointed out the potential reaction and been rewarded by being right. Too bad being right had a tendency to suck a whole bunch.