The Avalon. In the basement area of the nightclub, away from the press and bright lights and mortals, there is an air of quiet calm.
Here the lights are low. Recessed lamps cast a soft glow. An aroma of lavender lingers heavily.
Tiny Martha is at work...busily studying the fire extinguishers in the Commons; examining them for fault.
Appearing to be in her late teens or early twenties, the small lady sits meek and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose. Martha wears a long gymslip shows her slim leg to mid calf. Her blonde hair is tied into neat twin tails, each with a red ribbon bow. a swift glance would reveal that her left leg is obviously a new prosthetic...one of the robotic style C-Leg designs. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished Oxford pattern shoes. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel over one shoulder and a simple metal walking cane helps her along. She is youthful, pretty in an English Rose sort of way and seems to shun cosmetics. Though she emits no Beast, her presence seems almost palpably sweet and innocent.
Though occupied in activity, she looks meekly over to investigate the noise of the descent at The Stairs and to carefully study the newly arriving Beast.