He stood up, stumbling blearily as he looked around. The cargo hold had been trashed. There was dirt and muck everywhere.
Juliet got up carefully, holding her head. She froze as she stepped out, staring at the mess. "Oh. My. God."
"No," Trevor agreed. "Here, I'll..." He looked around for a moment before gesturing with his head. "Come with me."
"You're not a good drinker, so I'm going to help you," he said, heading towards the bathrooms. "Go take a shower, then go to your room, okay?"