"I like to think I keep you out of trouble," she huffs, pretending to be disgruntled. But, honestly, he's the one who gets into trouble. She's too busy taking care of him to get into it.

Martha watches him as he leaps for the console, then falls forward again. "Doctor?" She furrows her brow with confusion and concern, moving forward and slinging one of his arms over her shoulders. She drags him towards the console. "Grab the edge there," she tells him. "Can you pull yourself up?" He's skinny, but it's still hard to manhandle him.