Magic wasn't a concept Martha was unfamiliar with at that point. She had gotten used to the idea that it could be its own thing, and that it had its own logic for knitting flesh and bone together even without the things her medical mind was informing her that were needed.

Martha's eyes widened, when she saw the bone, and she quickly leaned forward just a little bit so that she could see what was happening. The file was passed quickly, and she made contact with it with her skin as little as possible; leftovers from when she'd done her surgical rotation.