When it took him so long to say, Martha knew that if there was waiting involved, then he wasn't going to handle it very well at all. Again Martha mentally chastened the Admiral for not getting both of them out of here, for not returning them home. Bernard owed her, damn it. Two inmates should have meant two deals, and two ways for them to get home rather than being here, playing Jack Jones and dealing with all of this uncertainty.

Someone had loads of explaining to do.

Sighing, Martha removed her hand, and then she pressed it to her own face, a face palm that she'd picked up from him. Waiting indefinitely wasn't a good thing. And it would only continue to drive a wedge between them.

"Can you contact her without letting her know about everything else? Without getting involved?" Without being a death eater?

Despite her hatred of when he lied, and all of that, Martha did understand how subterfuge could be important, but she didn't want that to be his life either.