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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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"Can't blame a girl for trying, though, right?"

She tugs the labcoat a little self-consciously. "I'm a student doctor."

"Aaah, yeah, you'd be from somewhere else. Didn't think I recognized you from the scientists on base."

Curious, "You're from an army base? Where?"

"Pandora."

Beat.

"If y'heard of it. Might be from the wrong time."

Martha shakes her head. "Doesn't ring a bell. I'm from London."

"What time? I mean, what's the date for you?"

"2007."

Beat.

"What about for you?"

"Twenty-one fifty."

"...You're joking."

"Nope."

She stares at Trudy for a moment, then slowly breaks out into a grin.

"That is so cool."

She grins back. "So, Pandora's a moon in the Alpha Centuri system. Didn't get discovered until this century."

Curiously, "What's it like?"

Trudy's silent for a moment, and rubs the shell around her neck between thumb and forefinger.

"Beautiful," she says at last. "Earth don't really have any green left, but Pandora's full of jungles and plains and wild creatures. But it's dangerous, too." She gestures to her leg with a nod of her head. "Got that in a-a I suppose you'd call 'em a type of helicopter. Well, we got flung about by one of the flying aliens, and crashed."

Her co-pilot died. So did a number of other people.

"But, wouldn't swap it for all of Earth."

"Huh."

She frowns, suddenly protective. "I like Earth, though."

Trudy's expression turns crooked.

"It was nicer, in 2007."

"Oh. One of those."

Martha's face is serious again now as she thinks about this. "...Well, I'm here now and it hasn't happened yet. You were saying about drinks?"

Hey, a girl has to have priorities.

They're good priorities!

"Anythin you want, first one is free. And the Bar is some kind of A.I. too, and it pays to be nice to her."

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