Martha Jones did not usually do Halloween. It was an American thing, from movies and telly and the occasional children's book she'd read at an impressionable age. Mostly an excuse to drink, be disgusting about gore and death, and for people to turn up in A&E looking like and doing utterly bizarre things, in her experience. And there'd been the one time with the Doctor on Martaxas, when the zombie invasion...well. It'd put her off the whole thing, really.

But never mind. This seemed like the done thing, and if she was being fair, she hadn't had a chance to do fancy dress in ages, nor a particularly appreciative crowd. At least someone here would get the reference, instead of 'damn, Halle Berry was hot in that'.

She steeled herself for the experience of sipping a pumpkin spice cocktail, but then was pleasantly surprised. Oddly, it wasn't too bad.