Even before Ghrist was able to finish his motion Marsha grabbed his wrist and held it firmly - quite surprisingly firmly for a woman.<br/>"I seems I must remember you that no physical contact allowed during interrogations.. At least not from your side. Mr. Ghrist." - she gave him a sarcastic smile, letting go his hand.<br/><br/>She stood up and took a few steps into his direction, leading her fingers on the edge of the table, leaning closer to him, speaking in a whisper-like way, but of course, Luke heard it.<br/>"Sorry for rejecting your kind invitation, Mr. Ghrist. But instead of that movie.. maybe we could have a lazy chat about Dan and Sophia.. Who's Dan, or Sophia?.. John."<br/><br/>These two names started to spin on her mind since she heard the sniper speaking. But what was their meaning, their reason, their task?... It was like walking on a different planet. On somebody else's planet and without permission. She immediately felt how her words hit Ghrist, some sort of panic Marsha felt from his direction. So, one wall was gone...<br/><em>'Very good...'</em><br/><br/>