Martha opened her mouth to protest Hermione's decision, but she knew that this girl--no, this woman was an adult, and as such she was able to make her own decisions. Still, there was a part of Martha that longed to coddle her, to ply her with tea and to understand what things were like back at home now. And how she wished to know if things had been changed so that they could fix things when they returned to the Barge and then returned home.

"Alright." Her voice was neutral, but spoken with a smile. "At the very least you'll stay for dinner." That part was clearly not left up to negotiations, even though Martha was a miserable cook.

"Yes, actually. Before I went to the Barge I worked with a group called UNIT that handled aliens on Earth." A pause, and Martha offered a quick smile, the memories of things threatening to rush over her. "Well, actually, before that I traveled a bit. Then aboard the Barge I ran the infirmary and treated all sorts of types of people. Aliens, vampires, faeries, even angels and demons."

Smiling a bit helplessly, Martha shrugged. "I swear I'm not a nutter, and I do know how mad it sounds, but it's my area of expertise."