Ambrosine put away the syringe after seeing no one in immediate need of medical attention. The twitchy redhead could use a psych evaluation, but she was not qualified for that. A man mentioned hydroxozine and asked if she had some. The man's knowledge made her crack a bit of a smile, though it was very close to a smirk. "I don't carry mental health drugs. I am a field medic rather than a psychiatrist. I am also a doctor, so I can prescribe some meds, but for anxiety, I leave it to the professionals."

She walked past the redhead, walking up to Cider. "Hey there. You are looking as young as ever." Ambrosine had been around since Ultralight started working in small cells. In fact, she was recruited to a cell directly after the interrogations. Being so old had the benefit of her being able to give some lighthearted ribbing to anyone about her age or younger. Cider definitely knew how old she was given their history of working around one another for so long.