Spaced out.

[Ramke]

The sound of beeping doors smashed her head out of the clouds. Ambre's doubts shattered right in front of her as the door slid open and two unfamiliar figures walked in - Liberty Navy insignias showing on their uniforms. "Merde..." she muttered silently as the figures came closer. A tint of despair lit up on her face as she started slowly understanding the correct situation she's in. She tensed herself and prepared herself for trouble, as painful as it was already.

As the uniformed figure sat near the bed, the only thing that came to the pilot's mind was confusion. She expected them to be trouble from the get-go, not be asked questions like this as if someone was visiting a patient. The woman's voice was definitely familiar - it was, for certain, one of the pilots that were there to intercept as Ambre tried to flee to Leeds with her ship held together with nothing but prayers. Thinking up on how to act, a quick look at their weapon holsters dissipated most plans that she could think of. They'd just shoot her if she would have done something, not to mention that she's wounded too.

"I haven't." she answered her question, trying to buy time to figure out on how to get out of this mess.