Ambre was still recovering from the whole ordeal, still in a remarkable emotional trainwreck of a state. She barely reacted to the two men entering the room again, her eyes were drawn to a single spot. The light illuminated the tear trails on her face, only adding to her ragged, drained expression.
A pause ensued when Sid asked his question once more, and just as he was about to repeat it, she finally spoke:
"I was sent to your Cambridge system to destroy transports that were going to aid the Sirians' war effort. The intel said they didn't expect much traffic or patrols, which is why I was more than enough for the task." the woman slowly began explaining, her voice still unstable. The restraints were still restricting Ambre, but to her luck, they were not tight enough to dig into her skin from pressure. The chair was likely made to restrain more bulky people.
"You probably saw how I was confused and panicking when half of a fleet just happened to appear before me..."
