Martha caught enough of a glimpse (she was curious--okay, nosy--thanks to certain life experiences) to determine that Steve was drawing someone across the room. Though quietly and unobtrusively, and not in a strange way, just...what he saw.

She smiled in agreement, shaking his hand firmly. "Martha," she confirmed. "Not doing much doctoring to really be Dr Jones here, at the moment, and definitely not for friends." Though with his next statement, the last thing she needed was to think about him in a shower, and she blinked the idea away.

"Things have been okay," she said instead, clearing her throat. "Been home and back again, actually. How about you?" She gestured to the sketchbook. "You've got some serious talent, are you a professional artist? If you don't mind my asking."