It hadn't been too hard to find him, and Martha stood in the doorway, giving Nick some space--and, though she didn't want to admit it, room to leave if he told her to get out.

His movements, no longer restrained, were impressive as hell, if moderately terrifying, and she watched him, quietly, before finally speaking up. "I wouldn't go so far as camel fellating bastard," she said, because the TARDIS translation matrix had kicked in about halfway through. "I didn't even have to slap you."