<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 shook her head at Syssiah's question, "It...I thank you for your concern, Ms. Ezab, but it was simply a moment of nausea," she lied.  "That sausage had a bit too much fat in it for my stomach's liking, I think, but it is past now."  She wouldn't, couldn't tell the lovely young woman whom she was so taken with of what had truly happened.  That she had gone mad once and been treated for it...and that the success of said treatment was not as thorough as any involved would have liked it to be.  Her face had color to it again now, even a bit more than normal.<br/><br/>That momentary brush of her softness against Marta's own...oh, God.  She shouldn't have noticed it.  Shouldn't be savoring it in the pack of her mind, how it had felt.  Her heart was beating fast in a way that had little to do with her brief attack and far more with...well, with both of the people to whom she was now speaking.<br/><br/>For Lt. Walker had turned and come back towards them, stopping some feet away.  Marta smiled at his greeting; he was always so courteous!  A true gentleman, unlike his uncle who was only sometimes one and other times a thorough rascal.  His scars robbed his face of much of his handsomeness but he was handsome in character; something that mattered more.  Or should.  "Lieutenant," she said with that small smile still on her lips, "I am pleased to see you as well.  All the more so that you will be driving that machine."  The tall blonde did not answer his question about her health.  In truth, she wasn't sure what she would say if she did.  She inclined her head, "You look as though you are keeping on well.  Ah!"<br/><br/>She turned to Syssiah, "Please forgive me, Ms. Ezab.  Allow me to introduce you.  This is Lieutenant Richard Walker, recently of the British Expeditionary Force.  He is Professor Smith's agent and takes care of much of his business; I have always found him a gentleman of utmost dignity and reliability."  Marta then gestured to the stunning dark haired girl, "Lieutenant, this is Miss Syssiah Bint Kalish Ezab, a young woman from a very esteemed family in her homeland, and an utterly charming travel companion.  She has business with the Professor of her own."  Though she was curious about it, she had not pried.  It would have been unseemly, after all.<br/><br/>The introductions made, Marta's smile faded back to her generally stoic expression of cool solemnity.  "And please, Lieutenant, you need not call me "ma'am" as if I were an old dame.  Please call me "Miss Lindgren", if it pleases you."  She would not have minded if he used her first name even, but he was too formal for that.  "Are we awaiting anyone else who may have come from...from that ship?"