"I think I'd look really cute in a habit," Martha grinned widely. "Though the early morning praying isn't really my thing." Far too dedicated to her tastes. "You know women aren't nearly as mysterious as men seem to believe, it surely can't be that difficult to understand us," she leaned back slightly, eying Eliot with a pretend scrutinizing look. "Let me guess, you've had appalling taste in women before and there was some girl in your life who always shook her head with an 'I told you so' when it went bad?" How many times had she stayed up with Leo whenever he'd had a broken heart.
"Thanks," she smirked. "I promise I very rarely act on my violent thoughts." If only because she wasn't all that big and while she could fight, wasn't the biggest fan of trying to hit a man several times her size.
"Wow, an actual fact about yourself," she almost gasped though her face showed she was only teasing. "I've never ridden a horse. Were you any good at it?" She could imagine Eliot around horses actually. "I wouldn't call it noble," she half shrugged, her fingers toying with her glass. "What happened was sort of my fault so I owed it to them to stay. And working for UNIT has its perks. Definitely interesting, for sure."