She did laught. "True. It's not exactly something I have to deal with now." Martha forced down the last of her food and looked back at Jack. "Want to show me those flats then? I'll pick one out."
It'd be a quiet rest of the day she supposed. And in the grand scheme of things, that was a good thing. She needed some time to herself. Some time to let everything sink in. And some time to cry with no one around to see her.