She'd inclined her head by way of greeting to the man when he'd walked past her. Martha had expected that he hadn't wanted to talk to anyone which as far as she was concerned was a normal reaction to someone removing you from your home. There was something familiar about the man, however, in an odd way. If Martha hadn't been such a cinephile then she probably wouldn't have thought about it.

Or she might have; there were all sorts of odd things afoot.

She had been thinking when there was the sound of her name, and Martha turned on her heel quickly and looked back to the man who had spoken it with so many conflicting sounds. Taking two steps towards him, she spoke in return. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Her brows rose a bit when she asked the question, wondering if it was something was going to happen. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey. Martha thought she may have a future outside of here, that was nice.

"Well, it's possible I don't know you yet, I think."