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Ambrose scoffs. "Whatever." He then groans, forcing himself to his feet. He winces as his head hits the top of the trunk. He grumbles and crawls forward, before banging on the window separating them from the drivers. "Hey! I'm dying back here and some bitch is giving me a headache! Can I ride with the two of you?" He then shoots a venomous glare at Misha. "I don't have time to deal with shitty people."
Misha opened her mouth and gestured to herself in abject exasperation. "Me? Shitty?" She spat at him. "Shittier than the assholes who just kidnapped us?" She closed her eyes and huffed. "I'm so glad you'd rather get human trafficked than talk to me. Really helps my self esteem."