"I'm just relieved she never tried to tell me she was going to be my new mummy," Martha smirked. "I think the fact I was already in my twenties when they got together might have had something to do with it. But Dad had it all at one point, the trophy girlfriend, the sports car, everything that screams typical mid life crisis." At least he'd gotten over it fairly quickly, ditching Annalise to get back with her mother.
"Chicks sometimes dig scars," she agreed, grinning slightly. It was possible that she found scars somewhat attractive on a man, or some men it had to be said. The stories behind the scars were almost always interesting.
"I really do miss traveling," she admitted, half shrugging as she looked at the bar. "Sam thinks I should stay here, be the doctor here but it does feel pretty confining. Even with UNIT I was traveling a lot, from base to base, overseeing projects in Manhattan, leading investigations in Europe, fighting wherever I was needed. One city feels really small."
She raised an eyebrow and looked almost innocent, trying not to laugh as Eliot pointed at her. "Time machine," she reminded him, smirking widely. "You ever read those sonnets inspired by Shakespeare's Dark Lady?" Almost sheepishly, she raised her hand. "Hi." She grinned at the memory of fighting the Carrionites. "He was such a flirt you know."