"Who doesn't like tea?" Martha jokes. "I bet even the TARDIS likes a cuppa now and then." Maybe there's a little spout in the console to pour things down. She wouldn't be entirely surprised.

"Excellent. We can drop in on Jack, make him take us out for breakfast. Or lunch. Dinner. Whatever meal it happens to be then." Honestly, at this point she doesn't care, just as long as it's a meal. And even if the Doctor doesn't want to go out to eat with Jack, Martha has absolutely no problem taking advantage of it and dropping in on her other best friend.

Her practiced eye catches that sway, the exhausted ashen tone to his skin, the slightly clumsy movements. "Yeah, you probably should." Not that she's doing much better, but at least she hasn't been up for five days running.