Martha laughed at his comment, and poked his side playfully. "Don't you forget it," she teased before she looked up at him. Barry was so sweet that she couldn't imagine him doing anything to incur her wrath, not that that she was particularly wrathful, but Martha was known to be quite forceful when she was in a mood. Still, playing pranks was always fun and she imagined it would lighten the mood on the island just a tad.
She nodded at his suggestion, and grinned. She had also thought about the bed that he had invited her to share with him. There was no expectations on his part (which she was thankful for), but that didn't mean there wouldn't be a little bit of kissing or cuddling. It was nice to find someone that she was so comfortable with and was interested in. "Let's," she said. She slipped out of his arm, and began to walk backwards away from him. "I'll race you." And with that she turned and dashed down the beach toward the camp, leaving Barry to play catch up.