The chill in the Clock Tower was noticeably cooler then the Gym. Pushing the door open a bit more, she peered in to the room. Hearing a rustle she naturally turned her head that way, a moment later there was a groan and a stammered yes. That'd be her then.
Martha watched as Merope stepped into the light, she had the air of some one defeated, some one used to being punished. Martha bit back a sigh, some one all too familiar, she'd seen it on a hundred faces, before. She gave the woman a small warm smile.
"Merope, I'm Martha." She stepped forward, looking around. "When you went to Hospital did they give you any medication or drugs, to help with the birth?"