<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/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">KNOW roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Test Roll: Armphid rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment: Horror on the Orient Express<br/>Result: 20,<br/>Total: 20</div></div><br/><br/>Marta shot a quick glance at Dr. Brockman's praise of her.  That was unexpected.  She felt a little rosy glow in her chest at that, something which surprised her.  Surely the opinion of that silver tongued philanderer didn't mean so much to her.  Or did it?  Either way her expression became a bit more pleased, only to sour once more as the Chief Inspector presented his credentials.  "I see," she said in a cool tone.<br/><br/>As he went on to explain, her brow furrowed.  "Chief Inspector, you claim a murder has been committed but if there are no bodies-"  Whatever she was going to say next was lost to time and space as a voice from the hallway interrupted and another man entered.  Marta blinked once.  She knew him..that egg like head and that wickedly styled mustache...she was sure she knew him.  Where did she know him from?  Then the inspector called out his name, clearly pleased, and the Swede gasped, "Gud i himmelen."  She clutched her hands in front of her in the most girlish moment that any of the assembled group would ever have seen or expected from her, "Hercule Poirot!  Oh, monsieur, it is an honor!"<br/><br/>She looked over at the rest of the group, seeing no comprehension on Dr. Brockman's face at least.  "Have you not heard of him?  This man is the greatest detective in the world!  He's solved the most devilish of crimes and mysteries, saved the Prime Minister."  Marta would not call herself a fan but she knew the man's reputation and many adventures well.  Personally, in one case, "Why, I myself witnessed him resolve the affair of a pair of murders that occurred at a Victory Ball just after the end of the war."  She was not a player in the story, but had been called in to attempt to assist the young woman who had tragically been killed by being forced a lethal overdose of cocaine.  Marta turned back to the two investigators, "Chief Inspector."  She was not going to apologize but she certainly seemed much more cooperative than she had been a moment ago.  "Myself and Miss Ezab crossed the Channel yesterday and stayed overnight at Southhampton at the Albatross Inn," she indicated the Syrian beauty with one hand as she spoke.