<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/>Syssiah looked up at the detective with animosity, then at the doctor suspiciously at first, as he provided her some sort of medicamented pill, and a glass of water to help. She glanced up at Marta, her gaze silently inquiring for advise, as every eyes where on her. She hated feeling suddenly so unwell, so shocked, and in the role of a weak willed woman. But something in all the situation gave her an odd creepy feeling, that her father was indeed related to those murders. Somehow.<br/><br/>"Thank you Doctor Brockman. I guess I'm just tired from the travel. " she muttered back, not ingesting the pill yet.<br/><br/>"I was here to meet the professor Smith, mister Poirot. And aport him a portfolio, that my father left before his death. I really don't understand why you are here with scotland Yard, questionning us."