<div class="floatleft">(http://media.weirdworm.com/img/life/6-types-of-halloween-costumes-analyzed/sexy.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Maria von Trapp</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Château's library</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nikita/Tisha</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Sligthly disappointed by Tisha</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Maria was a bit disappointed by Tisha's explanations. She had hoped for a remake of the short conversation they had had at that conference, where ideas sparkled from their mind, rooted into the solid foundations of their technological expertise. But what Tisha had served her was just the kind of bullshit you told to scientific journalists, or rather they tried to extract from you by all kinds of tortuous ways in order to make their paper more sensational. As Tisha spoke she tried to keep on smiling but she was not good at disguising her emotions and currently it was more like boredom.<br/><br/><em>Why was Tisha serving her this soup? Was she trying to hide something? Was she held by some exclusivity contract? Or was she just defiant and reluctant to give precious information to someone whom she barely knew, even she were her new boss? Or maybe she was just tired?</em><br/><br/>Maria emptied her drink and put it down on the table a little more loudly than she would have wished. For a few seconds she did not know what to say.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmmh, very interesting indeed, and I'm sorry to hear you are at a standpoint. Maybe a fresh outlook might help, it often does. Anyway, I'm sure that by combining our skills and creativities we are go to do great things. And when I say "We", I mean it. We'll be co-authors on anything that comes out of our collaboration. You can trust me,"</strong>she said that while fixing Tisha's eyes, trying to convey her honesty.<strong>"What is important is not the glory one particular individual, but the progress of the human kind... and of course we must make a living out of it!"</strong>She added the last part after a short pause, reflecting that Tisha, not coming from a wealthy family as herself, might be interested with money as well. Even so, she said it with a high-pitched giggle that indicated it was not that important to her.<br/><br/>Suddenly she stood up, a little akwardly.<br/><br/><strong>"But I'm sorry. You've just arrived and I am here forcing you to speak about work. You must be tired. Let me show you your room. We'll start the real work tomorrow by visiting the laboratory, and I'll explain you what we are trying to achieve."</strong><br/><br/><em>And maybe I can work a few more hours today while she rests</em>, Maria thought.