Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Ambre knew they would simply try to dispose of her once their questions ran out. How could she drag this out into something that would benefit her? While her rank wasn't that big in the grand scheme of things, she did know her part and general information about the Bretonian front. It wasn't something she intended to share just like that, however.

"The Roi will make you pay for this..." The woman clenched her fists, looking at the vibrant planet through the window - she was so far away from home. It only helped add more to the feeling of helplessness.

"Go ahead, I'll play your game, Sirian." she spoke, trying to remain steadfast. Yet, it was probably obvious that she was confused and struggling emotionally to the keen eye.