"I speak German, but I'm afraid my education didn't go that far," she smiled. She'd learned the language at university, but never thought she'd actually have reason to use it. Until she found herself needing to. As part of another story... a completely other story. It came in useful occasionally. Especially it seemed when saving the world. "You really think that you could beat me?" she continued, with a sly smile. "I learnt from the best, and I should warn you I have one hell of a poker face."
The truth was that she had no doubt that he could beat her. But she wasn't about to let him know that. That would mean she'd lost her edge before she even had one. And that? Well it just wouldn't do! The lobby was empty when they got there. It wasn't really a surprise. Given what was going on there weren't all that many people who were willing to take their lives into their own hands. Martha had to admit that she wanted to be able to do something, but she didn't have the training to deal with Vampires. Yes, she was a soldier, but still...
"Well I can hope. The last thing I want to do is bore you to death." Yes it was probably a poor choice of words, but she couldn't take them back. She glanced over to where he was pointing. "She looks on the up to me," she smiled. "My brother used to work on trucks like that while he was still in school, before my niece was born," she said. She pulled open the door and walked out, not before glancing about first, caution helped.
She waited for Eliot before getting into the truck. She was looking forward to this, strapping herself in - out of habit. She had a bunch of questions for him. Things she might ask over the course of the night. But first was to get there.