Martha pulled back finally and regarded him casually. The tears were pathetic, but she leaned forward and licked them off his face. "Unconscious already, Jack?" She slapped him, but when he didn't react she tsked again. "Well you sure take the fun out of a thing. I suppose I can sit here and wait for you to revive, but honestly, that does raise the chances of me getting caught. Guess I'll just have to remember you this way."
She stands up and pulls a camera from her pocket, framing Jack just so. Once she's snapped the picture, she smiles at him. "Wonder how much you're remember when you wake up. I'll be sure to send you a souvenir."