It was interesting what she had retained from that day. Scars, guilt, fear of the one who shot her. She had been aware there was someone else in the produce section with her, but she hadn't realized who it was until he spoke. The sound of his voice was enough to cause her to freeze in the action of picking out a tomato.
A moment of internal panic replaced with an inner monologue to calm down. Martha took a deep breath and plucked a tomato from the display, bringing it to her face to smell if it was ripe or not.