Flack has shed most of his riot gear back in his room and has wound up in the black leather jacket and jeans that he usually wore to work. This particular rabbit hole is doing his head in a bit, and he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to accomplish here, but he's hoping that wandering a bit will help him figure it out.

He catches the sight of someone being seasick over the edge and he winces, glad for not the first time that he's not prone to motion sickness. He slowly approached her side, hoping that there may be a way that he can help.

Unfortunately, he does not have Dramamine on him.

"Miss?" he says slowly. "Anything I can do?" Because obviously she's not alright, so he'll just skip that particular question.