Ambrosia had been in her tent, grabbing her machetes and a few other odds and ends for her rounds. Hearing Yuki shout for her and Punch, which was a rare occurrence indeed, caused her to rush out of her tent, her machetes drawn as she prepared for trouble. When she came out, however, she had a front-row seat to watching Spencer harassing Yuki. “What... are you doing to her, Spencer? Seriously? First Cash is causing trouble, now you?” She sighed, mistakenly thinking that this was why Yuki had called her name. She re-sheathed her machetes and stomped over to the two of them, having just about enough of the shenanigans, and put a hand on Yuki's shoulder reassuringly. “Mosey off, Spencer. I don't know what you did to her, but I'm taking her with me on rounds – if you want to come?” She directed the question at Yuki, peering down at the girl. Ambrosia's tone of voice was once again softer than it was with any of the men.
“Actually... fuck, where is Jay? Has anyone seen her!?” Her gaze swept the campsite frantically. She let go of Yuki's shoulder and turned in place. “JAY?” Ambrosia shouted, her voice suddenly hoarse with emotion. They had left Jessica behind when they went on their hunting trip, but she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the young soccer coach since they returned. The worst things imaginable flashed through Ambrosia's imagination. Mutated creatures ripping Jessica apart, limb from limb, or... bandits. The latter was worse than the former, as humans had still proved themselves to be more abominable than the monsters they feared. Ambrosia shuddered at the thoughts swimming through her brain.
Ambrosia looked Spencer directly in the eyes, sure that he knew what it was that she feared might have happened. He was an incorrigible nincompoop, but he was also smarter than he let on. Surely even Punch and the rest might have some inkling as to what could have transpired.
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