"Flatterer," Martha snorts. She doesn't feel very strong right now; she feels like she just wants to fall over and sleep for about a week.
She tries not to stare at the Doctor's door, but it's hard. She's spent a fair bit of time exploring the TARDIS, and she's never seen it before; she has no idea where they are. (Of course, she's fairly certain the TARDIS keeps the rooms she uses easy to find, out of courtesy to her.) It's so out of place compared to every other door she's seen in the corridors - simple and plain, but somehow fitting for him.
"Er-" She hesitates. "How do I-" Martha gestures vaguely to the hallway, indicating that she has no idea where the hell they are.
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She tries not to stare at the Doctor's door, but it's hard. She's spent a fair bit of time exploring the TARDIS, and she's never seen it before; she has no idea where they are. (Of course, she's fairly certain the TARDIS keeps the rooms she uses easy to find, out of courtesy to her.) It's so out of place compared to every other door she's seen in the corridors - simple and plain, but somehow fitting for him.
"Er-" She hesitates. "How do I-" Martha gestures vaguely to the hallway, indicating that she has no idea where the hell they are.