She gave him a soft smile. Telling the truth, all that Marsha felt for this one was pity.<br/><em>'Another volunteer who thinks that they'll be the ones who save the world...'</em><br/>But how did he get into this company?... What were his motivations?... It wasn't clear yet...<br/>"You know John.. I don't see you as a person who visits bars if he wants to drink something. Rather the one who shuts the door on him and goes drunken alone. Wounds from the past?... Anyway, I understand that Dan and Sophia are your partners. OK, you'll try to cover them as long as you can.. What I don't understand is why do you think that it's your task to punish politicians? Was he corrupt? Was he.. something wrong in the world that you had to 'fix'?"<br/><br/>She immediately felt the panic she brought to him with her last words - possibly those were<em>exactly</em>his thoughts as well. But Marsha felt something else too and it wasn't about Ghrist. It wasn't about her work at all. It was all about her and her stomach: another wave of nausea.<br/><em>'Oh, please, not now. Just NOT NOW, please...'</em><br/>Drops of sweat were running down on her neck and she hoped that her face didn't turn visibly pale as she was trying to fight it, to keep it back, to stop it. Something like this had never happened to her before. Usually when she was in an interrogation room everything else disappeared, all the rest of the world, she didn't feel thirst, nore hunger, all her needs stopped existing.<br/>It was unusual. Just like their whole relationship with him. Its father... Her former boss became the father of her baby... For a few seconds she even felt palpitation but she was trying to focus on Ghrist's mind again...<br/>