The Boss knew patience. This was only the first round of 'experimentation' after all. He smiles calmly at Ambrose and doesn't respond to his demands. Let the boy think what he wanted to think for now. "There's a bedroom behind the first door on the left if you go right from here." He explains. "It's used as a bit of a med-bay so I'm sure you'll be able to find something to patch up those burns and that sore mouth. If you need me, you know what to do." He pointed towards the phone. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some security set upon those scientists." He then left the room.
Ambrose waits several minutes before picking up the phone. He doesn't plan to ever use it, but puts it in his pocket none the less. He looks around with a whimper. He knew he should try to escape, but he was tired... he gives a loud sigh and heads out of the room andgoes into the room the man had indicated. He finds a few pain pills and Swallows those before searching for something for the burns. He finds a tube of cream and begins rubbing those on his burns gently. He wraps a small bandage around his foot so he could walk on it a little bit. He then switches out the gauze in the back of his mouth. He goes over to the door and inspects the doorlnob, not finding a lock. Sighing he pushes the medical gurney thing to block the door. The was fine. He would sleep in a cupboard. He makes sure the door is secure and them opens a cupboard. Moving things out of the way, he shifts and flies into it, hiding in the corner. "This sucks." He whispers before tucking his head under a leathery wing and falling into an uneasy sleep
