Spaced out.

[Arbs]

Elizabeth chuckled at her response. No wonder. A gallic unifom, up in the belly of the beast. Durago was one of the most fearsome dreadnoughts ever devised. "Isn't that humble indeed? Welcome back to the land of the living." No matter how much Ambre could wonder about it or try to shake it off, reality was just that. She was caught and there was no helping it. She just needed to realize it. No matter how high she held her hopes or how optimistic she could be, nothing was going to change. And that's what Elizabeth forged her plan out of. It seemed a lot better, compared to the classic, "old" methods. Achieving her objectives without having to use brutality as a path to information and submission seemed like the best alternative.

Elizabeth looked at Mayer. As a sign that he'd be up to do some questioning on the "guest" soon enough. "Well, how are you feeling?" Keeping "friendly" was a good strategy for starters. Elizabeth wanted her to be comply. Either way, If it wasn't going to be the easy way she was prepared.

She took a closer look, figuring out where Ambre had been hurt. She grabbed her arm looking at the bandaged scratch wound and then taking a closer look at her face, a few superficial scratches as well, but nothing too serious. "You are looking good. For now." Taking a look at the apparatuses, Ambre was looking pretty stable. Truth be told Elizabeth was a little excited. It was if not the first, one of the few Gallic pilots to ever be captured. But what was truly sticking to her mind was how they referred to the rest of sirius as "barbarians". She felt a need to prove her wrong, and perhaps force was not going to be the answer. In the end her primary objective was to extract information, but Elizabeth was always into alternative methods.