The Avalon. In the cellar vault, away from the press and bright lights of the nightclub it is quieter. Only the busy hum of soft voices can be heard speaking.
Here the lights are low. The atmosphere is one of calm. Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the scent of lavender fills the air.
Tiny Martha with Dillon on a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court...allowing her a fine field of view to cast a watchful gaze over The Stairs and alternating her attentions to a copies of various large maps of Sacramento and printouts of PDF's stapled and piled neatly on a coffee table close to where they sit. Eagerly consulting the maps, making notes and reading through printouts, they are hard at work on some matter of Domain advancement.
Marthe sits meekly 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, she wears a long gymslip shows her legs to mid calf...her blond hair is tied into neat twin tails, each with the red ribbon bow. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished Oxford pattern shoes thanks to her C-Leg. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and a simple metal walking cane rest at her side are propped against the couch.