She fiddled with the seat belt and paid attention to rear view mirriors.
As Max spoke, it was clearly a lot to absorb. Martha rubbed at her peg leg and ground her fists into what was left of her thigh. Perhaps from pain, perhaps from anger. It was hard to say.
"Goodness me! Erika has tricked you, sir! I gave only provisional permission for the body to be moved when I spoke to her at Court! It was all a trick. I had no intention of really letting the body go. It was simply a ruse to mollify the witch. In fact, I was about to investigate Erika more closely when... Well, when I fell out of circulation." she pouts and grinds her tiny fists deeper into her amputated thigh.
"The witch has won!"
Martha shakes her head.
It wasn't Max's fault, and her tone clearly absolves him of the error.
"Sorry, sir, my fault. I didn't get time to explain my plan and thinking..." she sighs, adding, "There are so many events now calling for priority!" she shakes her head in dismay. Robbed of any official authority, she wasn't sure what called upon her with greater pull and urgency. It was all very bewildering.
"I have no idea what to say or do now, sir. Khan? Erika? The Society? Aileen's assassin... All need to be stopped, but how...? Through the simple expediency of yet more murder, sir?"
Casting her hands up in the air in raw exasperation, Martha can only look blankly out of the window. Waiting for inspiration, Martha's mind wandered and privately wondered about the feasibility of obtaining an unattended M24 enhanced weapons system. The nifty new ones. With muzzle suppression, improved optics oh, and some flechette AP rounds...
Her peg leg twitched in high tempo.
She looked to Max. Hoping to God he wasn't Erika in disguise.