[No backseat, no leaning the seat back... Which just means sucking it up and dealing with it. Well, going slow will probably help, especially since the route is... well. As scenic as this place can make it. Lance doesn't reply just yet, setting a hand down on his stomach to try and gauge if he's still nauseous enough to keep going or not. But he's feeling mostly settled, so he drops his hand and just goes back to fiddling with the harness.]

I'm good now. Fresh air 'n just go slow, aaaaand I'm good!

[Lance sends Shiro a smile, bright and pleasant given his current state, and he nods.]

Let's go back! An' we'll come back t'morrow! I wanna sing. Can I sing? It's a good distrack... astrack...shun... It works, okay?