"Did you meet with Lucky and have him pay your bills?" Ambrose inquired.
"Yes." Dzarma retaliated.
"Would it be okay if we went upstairs and spoke for a while?" Ambrose inquired once again as she took a step forward, drawing closer to Dzarma.
Dzarma, Hamlin, Aisha, Ram, and Minerva all gazed at her not to mention Camryn.
He didn't want to, but he knew Ambrose was insistent, and he knew she wouldn't let him go until she got her way.
He followed them upstairs with a hesitant nod of consent.
Ambrose let the others in after opening the chamber where she and Minerva would sleep.
"So..." she began, sighing as she sat down on one of the beds.
"I'm sure you know everyone here, Dzarma..." Ambrose was the first to speak.
"I have no idea who this person is." Dzarma replied, pointing at Camryn with his index finger.
"My apologies!" Ambrose exclaimed, then chuckled a bit.