Martha arched an eyebrow, more amused than anything else. "Well I wouldn't turn down a six figure payment, and that's with a weird credit card that never runs out." Because, well, real money was just better than fiddling the computer numbers. Really. Sort of. "And hey, it worked for Jordan." Or Katie Price, or whatever she was calling herself these days. Books, TV shows, products and all because she had breast implants when she was younger. Weird.
She smirked ruefully, taking another sip of her drink. "It'll probably just be one of many disasters that none of us really know how to handle. Just as long we don't get Daleks here, I'm happy." And she really hoped she hadn't jinxed herself. Hard to tell in a place like this though. "A few days would be nice. Have the chance to restock supplies and see if there's anything else I need." She gave Eliot a sideways glance. "You know, if there's any more where that machine came from."