Interacting with: Cass @Charnobylisk
Amber was thankful for the familiar accented woman that pulled her away from the squabbling pair. The time she stood alone in the hall couldn’t have been more than a minute but she could already feel the guilt as if she intruded something private between the supposed friends, if they were that anymore, or if they ever were. Either way, Amber was more than happy to be lead away by someone else.
She gave a small chuckle at the woman’s energetic cheerifulness accompanied by a multitude of questions. The accent though, it reminded her of her homeland resurfacing memories of good and bad of her days in Scotland, not far gone. It was nice to have someone who spoke the same way she did. She attemoted to answer all the questions. "'Ello!" she greets the other woman enthusiastically, hoping the tiredness from her jet-lagged state wasn't obvious. "M' name's Amber, nice t' meet ya Cass. Aye, jus' arrived earlier. Yer receptionist es blootered," she says with a chuckle. "Whaur ar ye fae?" she asks.