Martha Jones + Nikita Mears
“I know sometimes talking to strangers can help and I’ve been told I’m very easy to talk with about issues,” she teased with a smirk and a slight wink, but it was also very true. How many times had people told her things back in her world even when she had been the enemy? Nikita knew she always somehow won the people over to her side no matter the issues, but she was only teasing the woman a bit. If she wanted to talk, the offer was on the table for her to take at any point in time or at least any point while she was here.
At her comment about leaving, Nikita shook her head. There was no way she could live with herself if she had left the woman even with her saying it was fine. Nikita’s protective instincts kicking in without even planning for it to happen. “Please, I’m fine. I’ve had my fair share of parties for the new year and plenty more to come,” or so she hoped, “so I’m fine. Once you’re ready then I’ll make sure you get back to your place in one piece so you don’t end up falling on your face.” Nikita wasn’t going to rush the woman out if she wanted to stay, but she also wasn’t going to bail on her.