<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/>The fact that she would not be returning to the comfortable and familiar home of Professor Smith, once her home, was made doubly disappointing by the ghastliness of the trip to their hotel.  Four hours.<em>Four</em>hours!  It wasn't as if they were on a schedule, it was true, but still it felt...indecent somehow to be taking so much time.  Particularly since so much of it was frivolous.  Stopping for tea?  Pleasant, perhaps, but pointless.  The stops in Winchester and Frimley were just feckless.<br/><br/>She...despite her Scandinavian practicality, she could not feel bad about their pause to admire the horses.  That was the only stop of which she wholly approved.  Watching the magnificent beasts made her feel a bit more...well.  Wholesome.  Even after she caught a glimpse of the stallion's inelegant parts on display that had made her blush.  She wasn't sure why it had.<br/><br/>She had needed that stop too.  Both times the Vauxhall had gotten stuck in the mud, Marta had helped Lt. Walker to get it moving again.  Her shoes were covered in mud and her skirt streaked with the stuff but it only made sense, after all.  She was larger and stronger than even the men, after all.  It made her feel ugly though.  Ungainly and brutish.  Marta was quiet on the trip otherwise.<br/><br/>Arriving at the hotel was a relief.  Their accommodations were splendid, though part of her was disgusted at having to share a suite with the Delamure woman.  Miss Ezab would be at hand though, and that would be a delight.  Upon confirming their luggage had arrived, both groups were shown to their respective chambers.  Inside the suite reserved for the women, Marta sighed, "Well, it is pleasant to be out of that car, isn't it?"  She looked down at her skirt with a sigh, pulling it to the right to try and get an idea just how much mud was on it.  "...I think I shall take a bath and change before dinner.  I dislike being soiled."  It would be polite to...but she didn't want...though she did.  The thought of seeing those lovely, shapely bodies...Marta shook her head.  "If you ladies would care to join me?  We could have something to drink sent up as well."