[Well this is. Incredibly unpleasant in the morning. Especially a morning after you've been drinking (which is most mornings). At first Hawke thinks the tilting is just her vision swimming in preparation for a nasty hangover. And then suddenly she's pitched violently sideways into someone and there's a nasty bang as their body hits the wall. This poor person. There's a pause as if they're waiting for the ship to continue spinning in a spectacular barrel roll but thankfully, it seems to have righted itself. At least for now.

Hawke exhales and struggles to stand as the other person, a man that she doesn't recognize, helps her to her feet.]

I didn't vomit on your feet so I'm taking that as an "okay" for now. As for where I was going... I'm just going to change it to where that's not going to happen again.