Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Mayer looked on the woman, arguably better looking than the day before. She was given food, drinks, a chance to shower, time to let the situation crush her more. The bed didn't help much - she was much too anxious to sleep or do anything other than contemplate the situation and try to keep her emotions at bay. Regardless, she probably shed more tears than she'd like to admit, the noticeable bags under her eyes showing a sign of her sleepless "night" onboard the ship. Trying to pull a move to escape, only for it to backfire so blindly...

Ambre was sitting on one of the chairs, her palms on her head at the time Mayer opened the door. The moment the she heard a beep from the door and notice it slide, she tensed up and glared at who it was - the same captain from before. Great. She observed him intently as he was pouring the glasses, taking one as he handed it to her. Again, why were they being so friendly? It still didn't make sense whatsoever. If they were in Gallia, they shouldn't expect to even breathe by this point.

As she heard the offer of an apartment, she put the glass down on the table. ".. What?"

The more the Libertonians spoke, the more baffled she was.