Fortunately, this man--Jamie, it seems--has an accent that's easily understood (she's met the occasional Scot that was beyond her, with a registrar from Paisley being particularly memorable).

"Good to meet you, Jamie," she says, extending a hand with a nod of her own. "I'm Martha. Dr Martha Jones if I'm in trouble, but I'm hoping I'm not at the moment?" She can't help but grin a little, and if she's trying to be charming, well. He's nice-looking, and she's pretty sure most blokes from Scotland know exactly what appeal their national dress has on ladies south of Hadrian's Wall.