That wasn't at all what she had expected to happen. One moment to be there and then the next to be gone with nothing but a rush of air and pop? No, Martha Jones was not at all used to that. Her head spun as they landed and for a moment all she could do was blink and try and put the pieces together.

Martha Jones knew that she'd just been teleported to a place quite against her will, and she'd been teleported by someone who had a magic wand. The Harry Potter series had been tattooed on her brain for quite a long time really, so that filled some of the void, but she still didn't have any idea of who it was that was acting like this.

Scrambling to her feet, Martha looked for him trying to see if he was still dangerous. He was, and she watched him warily for a moment before she noticed the way he was holding his arm and she could see the blood around it. Stupid Martha her brain chanted at her, and she could practically hear a sigh as she moved closer to the man. Not being entirely fool-hardly, she kicked the wand away from him before she moved to see what happened to his arm.

"You're a git." She announced, her eyes narrowing a bit. "Let me see it."