<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>Discussing with Tisha</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Maria smiled and blushed at Tisha's compliments. She never knew what to respond to such words. Also, she was never sure they were sincere. So many persons were interested in gaining her sympathy for reasons totally outside science... It was good to know though that Tisha was impatient to start as Maria always felt nore at ease in the lab.<br/><br/>Bill left them, carrying Tisha's luggage to her room while the two scientists walked silently to a small, cozy library that had a wide and tall window opening on the park and the forest. The walls were covered with shelves after shelves of leather books. There was a little bar in one corner of the room.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you want to drink?"</strong>she asked while choosing a Coca Cola for herself.<br/><br/>She then sat on a wide, comfy, leather sofa and motioned Tisha to sit by her side as well. For the entire walk from the door to library she had been torturing her mind to find what she would say next and at last she had found something, although it was probably too much work-oriented to be entirely polite.<br/><br/><strong>"So, Tisha..."</strong>she stopped abruptly, annoyed. "<strong>May I call you Tisha? You can call me Maria, by the way... So, I was impressed by your talk at that conference. Have you made any progress on your researches since then?"</strong><br/><br/>She let out a sigh. At least this was going to bring the conversation on grounds she felt more at ease with.