Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Ambre's heart sank as she heard those words. Her Lynx is completely gone, her main escape option just flew out of the window. There wasn't any choice left - she didn't know how to fly any Sirian craft, even if she did somehow manage to get to the hangars.

"You've destroyed my ship instead of letting me flee after being assaulted by something unimaginable, causing wounds like these? Non, you're certainly not even remotely civilised or honourable." she spoke as he was filling the glasses.

As he offered, she looked at the glass Mayer was holding - the water was tantalisingly waving from one side to the other. Normally, she would have just tossed it away or at the captain, but she was both thirsty and didn't want to make the situation worse. The woman agonisingly stretched out her hand, taking the glass and taking a few gulps, despite her heart's protests. That was something that she really needed, but the punch to her pride was staggering. Taking a look back at the first fleet captain, his expression was hard to not notice - Mayer's smirk agitated her greatly. He was clearly enjoying this - and all she could do was play along with their show.

The pilot put the now-empty glass on the small table beside her bed, taking all of her willpower not to do something very brash. "So, what's going to happen to me, then? Execution? Torture? I'm not going to tell you anything useful that you don't already know, nor do I want to be your "guest" at all."