martha out on the grounds | mid afternoon | ota
A nice day, Martha had decided, required iced tea. Only this time, she thought, ones that didn't  have alcohol in them.

With a snort to herself, she set her finished drink down, and lay back on the towel that served as her surface for a bit of sunbathing, closing her eyes and soaking up the rays in a bikini top and shorts - namely the shorts she'd gotten the day she'd run into Jack at the Boutique and had him critique their fit. Not that there'd been much critiquing...

She had to give Here a bit of credit; the chances that she'd ever get a break from Torchwood long enough to do this were just about non-existent. No more thinking, she decided at that point. Just lots of enjoying the warm sun against her skin.