Spaced out.

[Ramke]

"My name is Ambre!" she shoted at Elizabeth as she was running away. As the captain ran past a door that closed after her, Ambre's attention switched back to the deck. It wasn't hard to notice personnel staring, gossiping with each other as they looked her way. In retrospect, yelling in a Gallic accent while wearing handcuffs wasn't a very smart idea on the busy floor. What she was seeing would be an absolute treasure trove for intelligence agents, seeing how their warships organise and function on the interior would be crucial advantage to the Kingdom. For Ambre, however, it was more of an experience of anxiety as she overviewed the busy room. She was in the belly of the beast, completely alone and far away from home.

She recoiled slightly as someone grabbed her arm and started pushing her to move, turning her head to see Mayer being the culprit. She sighed and tried to regain composure as she began walking where the man guided her. Overstaying here would be a terrible idea.