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When Klara next woke she was lying on a rather lumpy cushioned surface and there were several pairs of eyes peering down at her, only one of which she recognized. Little Jane Foster's eyes of deep brown were narrowed in concern, unlike those of her companions, an older disheveled man who was staring at her as if she were some sort of new species, and a young girl with thick spectacles who was grinning as if someone had left her a particularly glorious gift.
"You're awake," Jane Foster said, a little relief lighting up her eyes as she managed a small smile, "I'm not gonna lie, we were a little worried."
Klara blinked, trying to remember why any of these strange people should feel any concern for her. She tried to sit up...
...and something of what was about to happen must have shown on her face, because the bespectacled girl shouted "Bucket!" and a bright blue container was shoved under her nose just as Klara turned over and emptied the few contents of her stomach, along with a fair amount of bile. She choked and gagged for a moment feeling light-headed and frankly the most awful she had ever felt in her life.
"Welcome to Earth," the young girl said with a sort of sarcastic cheer.
Klara had no chance to answer. She was already gagging again.