<div class="floatleft">(https://0themastercylinder0.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/740full-sybil-danning-2.jpg?w=384)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>MARTA LINDGREN | 25 | NURSE </strong></span><hr/><br/>Marta took a bite of the lightly spiced breakfast sausage and leaned back in her chair, looking out over the harbor.  The weather was good, for England, so they were taking their morning meal outside.  The smell of the sea was on the air and the sounds of the distant harbor were not as distant as one might wish.  But it was a good morning.  She had dreamed last night but she did not remember it, nor had she bolted awake in a sweat.  A rueful smile crossed full lips and her dark eyes glittered as she thought of that proud American doctor.  He'd done a better job than she thought, if not as good of one as<em>he</em>thought.<br/><br/>The two women had gotten their fair share of looks from the other hotel clients who were eating or leaving for the day, as well as the passers by.  In large part due to Ms. Ezab's stunning and exotic looks but Marta didn't think of it that way.  No, they were looking at her.  At the giant freak.  Marta Lindgren was six feet tall and towered over any other women and most men that she'd met; her build was strong and solid.  She felt bulky and hugely masculine, despite the fact that her figure was quite feminine, indeed, and her curves were pleasing and ample.  Even her modest and practical garb couldn't hide that.  Her face was pretty as well, with expressive dark eyes, clear and clean features, plush lips, and corn silk blond hair that was currently pulled back off of her shoulders, gathered at the nape of her neck and falling past her shoulders.  She thought any beauty of her face and figure were undone by her stature, and while it was not perhaps so, it was true that many were surprised or intimidated by her size.  She had few suitors in her life.  Not even that rapacious doctor had...<br/><br/>Marta sighed and shook her head to clear the thoughts away.  It was the same everywhere.  But at least here, unlike in America, the people had enough reserve not to whisper about her where she could see or hear them doing so.  She looked across the table at her dining companion and smiled.  She was gorgeous, wasn't she?  She was so lucky to be so petite!  Then she followed her line of sight to the massive ship that was docking and she blinked, then drew in a sharp breath recognizing it.  Or what it had been.<br/><br/>The buxom blonde cleared her throat, "Ms. Ezib, how are you finding the morning?  I would not wish to rush you, but if you are ready, I am eager to go and call on the professor as soon as we are able."  She had been surprised to learn that this beauty was coming to the United Kingdom to seek out Professor Smith just as she was, though it was a happy coincidence.  Travel was always better with someone to talk to and she had found a sort of general warm feeling towards the other woman had grown within her, though her reserved manner might not show it overmuch.<br/><br/>She glanced back towards the harbor and the ship, then looked down into her coffee.  The professor's letter had felt so brief and the feel of urgency had practically screamed off of the page.  It was in her purse now, sitting on the table with them.  "I...well, I suppose we can wait a bit longer if you wish to watch the ship dock.  It can be quite a sight if you have not seen such a thing before.  I would like to get underway but I would not leave you without a guide."