Who: Martha Jones and Ianto Jones, open to torchwood charies after initial back andforth. What: A lull between Alien incidents When: Evening, May 9, 2011 Where: Torchwood Hub Why: Because I say so! Status: See who
Myfanwy swooped down, finding a perch somewhere halfway to the ceiling, and Martha for the life of her couldn't help but watch the prehistoric animal, craning her neck backwards over the arm of the couch she and her friend were spread out on. The last several days had seen a rash of weevles on the loose. And that meant it had fallen to them to chase them down. The last several weeks had seen the return of Tosh, since she'd taken the bullet out and they'd gotten their friend back into the fold. All in all a lot had gone on with very little time to decompress.
Martha's head lolled to the side, letting it fall onto her shoulder, leaning against the back of the couch, the coffee in her hand carefully balanced. She adjusted her legs on top of the person whom she was using as a leg rest, and let out a sigh. "I always get nervous when we have a lull like this," she said looking over at Ianto. "Was this way when I was traveling with the Doctor too... When it gets too quiet, it means that the next big thing is preparing itself somewhere out there." The doctor rolled her shoulder, trying to loosen it up. She smiled lazily, realizing that this was probably a bad attitude to have. But there was always the next thing. Right? This was supposed to be a time for relaxing, not pessimism.