Zack had changed his mind and followed Cloud onto the airship at the last minute. He looked around every nook and cranny until he heard the echo of someone getting sick in the massive cargo hold he found himself in. Well, it wouldn't hurt to look. Even in his armor that he was getting used to, he still had to stop and rest from time to time.

"Cloud?" After a minute of searching, he found Cloud and what he ejected from his stomach. He felt his own body lurch at the sight and put his hand on his mouth with a quick turn to keep himself from looking at it further.

"Grk." Well, that was new. He hadn't felt sick since he was a kid. He had a dry heave so that wasn't too bad. The bulkhead made excellent support and Zack's hand that wasn't on his mouth braced him. He hadn't realized that he was a sympathy puker until now.

"Let's get out of here." His tone was flatter than he had intended.