In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low.
Down in the cellar vault of the Avalon, away from the sweaty press of people and the nightclubs' bright lights it is much quieter.
Here a calmer atmosphere prevails in the low lit area which is heady with the bright scent of fresh lemons.
Tiny Martha shares a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court.
She seems to be alone, but ( @Wolven Pryde ) she knows Dillon to be close by.
Martha sits happy and studiously at a low coffee table which is piled with notes, printed out copies of maps of Sacramento and copies of many US newspapers, tables of spreadsheets for various Domain accounts, learned academic periodicals and PDF print-outs of FBI manuals and police procedural documents.
A carafe of freshly made iced lemonade and tall tumbler glasses rest in the coffee table too.
Martha sits prettily, meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a black 'winter pattern' felt broad brimmed cap of the Edwardian English school fashion and of the traditional winter design...the small embroidered cap badge seems to be of some heraldic crest and matches that of the embroidered badge on her neat black blazer. A pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose. She wears a long black gymslip shows her slim legs to mid calf...her ebony black hair is tied into neat twin tails, each twin tail is tied with a large red silken ribbon bow.
She wears a white kneesock on her trim and athletically slim flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished black Mary Jane shoes thanks to her C-Leg prosthesis. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie which is tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and a simple metal walking cane rest at her side and are propped against the couch.
Martha is reading the FBI manual carefully but breaks her attentions to look up over the page to glance, attentive and alert, over to The Stairs to see if anyone else is around.