Martha was trying to place the bloke's accent (Australia? New Zealand?), managed to give him back a smile as well, if more tentative. "Apple martinis might work," she agreed. "It's a little unorthodox, but better than some of the lines I've heard..."

The last comment, though. Now that--that was slightly creepy, and her eyes widened, just a fraction.

"I beg your pardon?" she said, but it didn't come out quite as frosty as she wanted it to. Maybe she was still convinced, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she'd someday run into other people, besides UNIT or Jack, who knew her not from London but from Out There. Time and space.