Martha tilts her head forward, acknowledging this, but also clearly waiting for the clarification, her arms crossed and jaw set. Bruce isn't being patronising, which is good, because she would likely haul off and slap him if he was; that doesn't mean she's a happy camper though. Martha Jones prefers to have all of the facts to hand.
"London, Earth, early 21st century," she says by rote, then adds, with a little more thought behind it, "And yes, I've heard of the Hulk. There was that movie with that one guy, and maybe another one? Big stroppy green alterego of mild-mannered scient--oh. Oh."
Martha raises a finger, then tilts it vaguely in Bruce's direction, not quite pointing, as she looks for words. "So I'm guessing I really, really don't want to make you angry," she concludes; not quite Doctor-level wry, but she's not got the ages of practice yet.
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Date: 2015-03-16 10:24 pm (UTC)"London, Earth, early 21st century," she says by rote, then adds, with a little more thought behind it, "And yes, I've heard of the Hulk. There was that movie with that one guy, and maybe another one? Big stroppy green alterego of mild-mannered scient--oh. Oh."
Martha raises a finger, then tilts it vaguely in Bruce's direction, not quite pointing, as she looks for words. "So I'm guessing I really, really don't want to make you angry," she concludes; not quite Doctor-level wry, but she's not got the ages of practice yet.