Martha's about had enough of this event, thank you very much.
She's never been to Oregon before and she'd never had much desire to go there. She has hardly a clue why it's so important to get there now, except that this probably has something to do with westward expansion, she vaguely remembers learning about it, but she honestly doesn't care because she's had about enough.
It really wouldn't matter who she was sharing her wagon with at this point -- regardless of who it was, she'd be sick of them by now. She's chewing on some jerky in the back of the wagon, hoping beyond hope that they're at least close to their destination, and she's made it clear to her wagonmates that she doesn't want to be bothered. Even America seems to know better at this point, although he's half-dead by now, having only barely survived that dysentery.
So when Martha feels a presence in the wagon with her, she's not too pleased. She opens her eyes, having decided to rest them for just a few moments, and is faced with the Doctor's translucent face. Martha yelps and skitters back away from him before her mind catches up with her body, at which point she tosses down her packet of jerky and glares at him.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, sneaking up on someone like that?!"
Day Five
She's never been to Oregon before and she'd never had much desire to go there. She has hardly a clue why it's so important to get there now, except that this probably has something to do with westward expansion, she vaguely remembers learning about it, but she honestly doesn't care because she's had about enough.
It really wouldn't matter who she was sharing her wagon with at this point -- regardless of who it was, she'd be sick of them by now. She's chewing on some jerky in the back of the wagon, hoping beyond hope that they're at least close to their destination, and she's made it clear to her wagonmates that she doesn't want to be bothered. Even America seems to know better at this point, although he's half-dead by now, having only barely survived that dysentery.
So when Martha feels a presence in the wagon with her, she's not too pleased. She opens her eyes, having decided to rest them for just a few moments, and is faced with the Doctor's translucent face. Martha yelps and skitters back away from him before her mind catches up with her body, at which point she tosses down her packet of jerky and glares at him.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, sneaking up on someone like that?!"