The Tribe
“Sure.”
“Good. Had enough shit today. I’m fucking fried.” Amber grumbles under her breath.
Gia giggles. “You’re funny.”
Amber half shrugs, like it’s a well-known fact. “Yeah, I have that effect.”
Gia stops giggling and gives Amber a long, hard, proper look, doing the same with me, like she is assessing us again before nodding her head. “Okay. Let's rest properly, and I'll answer any questions you have as best I can, but I really do need to leave as soon as possible, so how long?”