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[i_martha_adams]

Mrs. Martha Adams wants to kill something.

Unfortunately, the thing she wants to kill is already dead.

So she's in the bar, with a drink, contemplating.

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[politestpirate]

... When she is feeling a little less homicidal, there is a young british officer down the ways at a table, toying with a bowl of soup. (His appetite has been missing, the last week or so.)

He would most likely love to hear about how things were going with Elizabeth.

[i_martha_adams]

She waves a little bit, when she notices him. She certainly understands feeling tired.

[politestpirate]

He notices the wave, and manages to drag up a smile from somewhere, and give Martha a nod.

"Mrs Adams. HOw are things? How is Lizzie?"

[i_martha_adams]

"She is..."

She looks tired, finally,

"She is. She's learning, I hope. It is very hard."