Re: Martha Jones + Nikita Mears
Martha did, in fact, stay put. Sitting made her feel far better than standing. She knew it wouldn't last all night, though she'd probably still have a headache in the morning. She was a little thankful the Doctor, either version, wasn't around to see her like this. A small, pettier and drunken part of her also hoped Rose wouldn't see her - residual left over feelings from long ago that she normally didn't feel except, apparently, tonight.
When the woman returned, she offered a smile. "Thanks... probably be nice to wash down the pickle juice. Not exactly the most delicious thing in the world." But it would serve its purpose.
Martha picked up the pickle juice and took three long gulps of it and then made a face. "Yep, that's pickles alright." Still she knew it would help.