In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low.
The atmosphere is calm. Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the scent of lavender fills the air.
Tiny Martha and strong looking Dillon sit quietly on the sensible sofa and are working hard at studying a variety of paperwork. Printed out spreadsheets and CV's with well photographed 8x10's attached and several recently published academic journals on historical matters rest on the low lying coffee table close to the sofa. Maps of Sacramento are also laid out across the sofa and table. The maps are annotated and stuck about with many busy looking Post-It notes.
Martha 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 raven black hair is tied into long and neat twin tails. Each twin tail is tied 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 above the knee C-Leg. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A simple metal walking cane rests next to her on the sofa.
She shares a glance to The Stairs and then a smile to Dillon as they whisper together to discuss the printouts, city zonal planning regulations and their next patrol...