I'll be getting something up this evening. Between being dispatched to a city two hours away, fighting the Mad Max like destruction post freeze, and then flying all over the US... my brain mush. Please, sir, may I resolidfy my brain. 

I'll make up for it with Ambrose send out a couple of texts. One is a booty call that no one asked for. He's just a young cis-man that has the audacity.