[Martha jerks back as he has volts of electricity shot through him. She looks around immediately for something to pull him off of the handle. Nothing metal, something wooden or rubber----
And then he's fine. She stares at him, mouth open for a moment. How does he do that? Just survive when something should absolutely have killed him.
She blinks at him, at his question, and then extends a hand. She tries not to look sad, because there's no need for sadness, not for him. He just doesn't know her yet. He's got all of that to look forward to.]
Martha. Martha Jones. Doctor Martha Jones, actually.
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[Martha jerks back as he has volts of electricity shot through him. She looks around immediately for something to pull him off of the handle. Nothing metal, something wooden or rubber----
And then he's fine. She stares at him, mouth open for a moment. How does he do that? Just survive when something should absolutely have killed him.
She blinks at him, at his question, and then extends a hand. She tries not to look sad, because there's no need for sadness, not for him. He just doesn't know her yet. He's got all of that to look forward to.]
Martha. Martha Jones. Doctor Martha Jones, actually.