Martha considered it for a moment before feigning a serious look. "Giant space Rhinos on the moon," she nodded before smirking. "That only happens on my world. And only once. Well, that I know of." Possibly not helping, she admitted that to herself at least, but it was kind of fun to acknowledge just how messed up this whole situation was. How unbelievable it all was.
"Give it time, you'll end up saying more weird things, talking about magic and demons. Oh and how's your Latin?" She pulled out a copy of the ritual to hand it over. "Exorcisms. Not quite as bad as the film, promise."
Military, now that was interesting. Martha looked at Eliot again with a new appreciation. "Marine?"