Martha smiled a little, sadly. "Yeah, being a soldier is a lifestyle too, from what I understand." She stretched out her legs a little in front of her, frowning in thought as she did. "I gave it all up, went travelling for a while--but only because I was promised I could come straight back to what I was doing. I'm glad I went, but at the time, there not being an impact...seemed like the most important thing. I know better now, I saw too much to let opportunities pass me by."

She turned at the 'made for it' comment, cocking her head, then her eyes widened a little (but only a little) at his final statement, before she processed it. "Not bad for 93," she said, and rested her elbow on the arm of the chair, and her chin in her hand. "Do you mind if I ask...are you human, or an alien, or...I swear I won't do the doctor thing and poke and prod."