Ambrose wasn't surprised to see Sabrina at Dorian's. He figured sooner or later she'd show up, because that's what Sabrina did. He was just grateful that Vallo had managed to keep her distracted long enough for him to get past the worse of the new memories of things he hadn't actually experienced until this horrid place seemed content to deposit them on him all at once, overnight. It was a shame too, as he had started to enjoy himself.
"Hello, cousin," he said, making his way to the bar. He poured himself a glass and then held the bottle up, seeing if she was fancying a drink as well. "What brings you here?" Innocently, as if he didn't know that she knew that he'd been avoiding everything and everyone. He hadn't even announced the lounge yet, preferring to have his own private hideaway.