A cold breeze blasts through the open window in this tiny office space within the NR embassy. Its purpose? Keeping Ambrosia awake. Also assisting in that task is the pot of caf sitting on the rough cut desk in front of her. Turning her back to the wind, she leans over the small, built-in holo unit and glances at some scribbles on her hand before punching in a code. When she sits back, she has a bottle in her hand, and drinks from it deeply. "I thought diplomats were supposed to be charming..." she remarks with a leading, incredulous rise to the end of her sentence.