"One Weevle against the two of us? IT doesn't stand a chance." Martha shot Jack a smile, pulling open one of his desk drawers, finally holding the device up in triumph, having finally found the Tazer.
Attaching it to her belt - the holster attaching to her pants - Martha shrugged slightly. "I know. But it just seems... wrong still. But hey, you've got me into the range. If I need to use it, I will but... do no harm?" It was something she took very seriously. But even she knew that if something else happened, she wouldn't have a choice. Jack wasn't already uneasy about the tazer. She'd just have to be careful.
Martha slipped on her coat and nodded. "Alright. Martha Jones, Weevle Retrieval Squad, reporting for duty." She stood up straight and saluted. "Let's go." She backed up, literally walking backwards towards the door.