Grinning slyly, Martha chuckles in response to Matt's laugh--it's a little infectious--and strokes her fingertip along the rim of her glass before she lifts it towards her mouth. "I was told," she says, "it's the clever thing to do. Opens up the liquor, there's science to it but if we're being honest tonight, chemistry wasn't my best subject."

She inhales over the top of the drink, then sips, swallows, slowly. "Having been in a bunch of random planets where they do end up sounding extraordinarily ordinarily English...I really can't blame you," she agrees. "It's disconcerting as hell. You can't stop yourself from assuming they know what you mean when actually their frame of reference is entirely different."

Actually, now that she thinks about it...was it just the TARDIS' translation that made them sound English? Probably not the best time to get philosophical, chatting with a hot bloke.