<div class="floatleft">(https://www.albawaba.com/sites/default/files/im/Entertainment_English_2017/Yasmine_Sabri_has_a_beautiful_face_-_Instagram.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>SYSSIAH BINT KALISH EZAB | 24 | DILETTANTE</strong></span><hr/><br/><hr/>"Lieutenant Walker, it's a pleasure." replied the syrian beauty, with that exotic guttural accent that was just subtle enough to be noticed. She presented her hand to the soldier, as a sign of good diligence and warm welcome. But inside, she was quite shocked at the marred appearance of the military, who obvious suffered from comabt wounds and mutilations.<br/><br/>"Miss Lindgren is right, it seems we are on bisiness with Professor Smith together for different reasons. I now understand you'll be the one driving us to him. Will that be a long journey ? We need to get our luggages and cases charged onboard, and we should be ready."<br/><br/>There was no order or wishes in those words, but a simple factual situation. She smiled up at Marta, now that she was obviously feeling better, and adjusted her feminine gloves on her hands, while observing the two of them, who evidently knew each other since long. For now was the time to watch and learn, as she was at best a guest in a foreign country. Maybe at least, the good Pr. Smith could lead her to a suitable university where she could finally study whatever she fancied, before her father's assassination happened. Once he explained her what this folio delivery was about, of course.