The coffee made Ambre lose track of the situation. The offer appeared completely against the flow she was experiencing over this and the past visits to this wonderful room.
She didn't recall Jefferson, it was yet again a surprise that the officer would know anything about her. She was yet another pilot on the frontlines, and she met equally as many Sirians.
Ambre didn't want to take anything from the new arrival, certain that it'll likely be spiked with something, or it's just a trick to extract more information one way or another. Yet, the aroma weaved through the room, the fragrance tickling her nose with temptation. Coffee was a luxury here, an inmate would have no chance of ever getting close to it. She declined, but her parched lips told a different story.
"Non. Is there a reason I get to see so many visitors all of a sudden? I don't like them." the woman coldly retorted. She occasionally glanced at the coffee that the man was so deliciously drinking.
