"Oh," Martha says, and winces a bit, because she really had ought to have seen that coming. "I'm sorry, mate. Time and space like in this place are pretty fickle like that."

She doesn't really go in for the kind of sympathy that says things like 'hope you'll get to see her soon', not anymore, so instead she says, "Bet I'd like her too. Could I get you a drink? We can send her a toast, wherever she's at."