The coffee almost pours all over her.

Her fingers slip, making her cup tilt and the coffee splash as she narrowly avoids dropping it completely. It manages to find its way onto the table before she soaks Jim's couch, and that makes it harder to see the sudden tremble in her hands. Thankfully she's already sitting down, but the horrible feeling of her stomach dropping stalls and sits without vanishing.

Eventually she averts her gaze and puts her hand over her mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick..."