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A young woman in a labcoat walks in, her nose buried in a medical textbook as she bites her thumb thoughtfully.

When the change in noise from where she's come from registers, however, she looks up. Eyes go wide.

"...Oh my God. Who the hell put a bar in the students' lounge?"

Welcome to Milliways, Miss Martha Jones.

[OOC: Martha is currently just pre-canon! She's completely free to tag by everyone and anyone, but all I ask is that nobody mention the Doctor to her, please.]

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"I have exams!"

On the other hand, apparently she also has a bar. As a medical student and therefore knower of all the best parties (work hard, party harder, arbitrate family squabbles like they're going out of fashion), Martha is deeply divided over this.

She settles the intense moral debate by carefully marking her place and then tucking her textbook under her arm.

"...So. Why am I in a bar?"

She is pretty sure none of the professionals would ever be kind - or stupid - enough to give the students a bar in the hospital.

"Maybe they thought you'd been working too hard and needed a break?" Steph suggests, grinning. She hops off the back of the couch she'd been perched on and offers a calloused, finely-traced-with-scars-like-the-rest-of-her hand to Martha.

"Welcome to Milliways!"

"Yeah, right."

She'll believe it when she sees it. Except... apparently, not even then.

She shakes Steph's hand, nonetheless. Manners on autopilot are still manners.

"...Hi?"

Steph giggles. "Yeah, it's kind of complicated. You get used to it, though. We're at the end of the universe here."

"No, literally."

"...Seriously?"

Steph turns to gesture to the Window.

Martha looks.

"Oh my God."

Then, with mounting glee, "Oh my God!"

That is wicked.

More giggles. "I know, it's amazing, right?"

(Steph herself does not look at it, but she never does, so it's quite subtle.)

"It's not a TV or anything, it's really happening."

"We're in space." She moves closer to look, tilting her head to follow the patterns in it.

"That is so cool."

Steph beams at her. "This place - I don't know how it works, but it, like, hangs on the very edge of the collapse of the universe, and somehow never quite falls in. It's so cool."

"...I think every science teacher I've ever had has just committed suicide."

Exams be damned, this is way more interesting.

"That-That's gotta be a nebula or something, right?"

"Was, probably." Steph perches on the back of a nearby chair, back to the window, grinning in delight at the expression on Martha's face. "Won't be for long."

Curious, dragging her eyes away from the window, "You're not looking?"

"I like watching people react," Steph says, grinning. "It's always the biggest thing they notice about being here."

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