Ziggy held on and buried his face in Minoru's hair by the ear. He didn't care about bright streaks rubbing off from the hair dye. "Can I put my feet down. You're making me sick spinning."

Sure enough there was a distinct nausea rising up in his emotions. Even half human Ziggy didn't do well with the g-forces of a spin. All the booze probably wasn't helping.

Tommy glances at the human. "No the tense is perpetually correct. It is going to continue escalating."