"If cute's not your thing, what do you call Ianto?" she asked with a devilish smile. She looked the blue over and then at the gold before rolling her eyes. "Fantastic against my skin yes, but it's infinitely less practical. And it's not like Tom..." Martha's face fell as she said his name. But she continued, "It's not like he's here to see it."
Martha turned back to the rack and picked out a few more in varying colors. "Let me go make sure these are actually the size they say they are," she said with false brightness. She let herself into a fitting room and closed the door so Jack wouldn't see the tear or two that rolled down her cheek. Still, she kept her voice strong as she talked through the door.
"So what can you tell me about the Defense Force. As nice as Sam seemed, I trust your opinion over anyone else's so far." There was nothing in her voice to hint what she was feeling. The message was clear. The subject of Tom was off limits.