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[took_a_year_out]

[OOM: Martha Jones has a hell of a day, and a hell of an evening. Luckily, there’s a scruffy time-traveller who can give her a bit of time off.]

“Ta-da!”

The Doctor steps into the bar and holds the door open for Martha to step through. “Welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe!”

Martha facepalms. “You have got to be joking

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[doesntsaymuch]

Teller always enjoys seeing a familiar face. Especially around Milliways, where the unfamiliar is common.

He's got a bag of M&Ms, which he offers to Martha as he slides up to the Bar.

Her friend can have some too. Teller likes to share.

[took_a_year_out]

She turns to him with a smile. "Oh! Hello, Teller."

Yay, sweets! Like she's going to turn them down. "Thank you!"

Beat.

"...Wait. You're a magician, right?" Suspiciously, "These don't do anything odd, do they?"

[doesntsaymuch]

What? Teller have anything that secretly does something odd?

Clearly, she's thinking of someone else.

To prove this, he shows that they're perfectly safe by eating a few.

[took_a_year_out]

Martha laughs. "All right." She takes a few. "Thank you!"

Om nom nom.

"This is apparently the Doctor, by the way."

[doesntsaymuch]

The typical response to this introduction is probably 'Doctor who?' It's not very hard to avoid falling into this trap when one introduces himself by just his last name, resulting in plenty of 'just Teller?' responses.

And it's doubly easy to avoid this trap by simply not saying anything at all.

He just waves lightly and offers his sweets.

[thedoctorwho]

"Teller, the magician?" he asks, grinning. "I've seen you perform, I think. Or some version of you. Brilliant show!"

[doesntsaymuch]

Huh. He hardly ever gets recognised, much outside of other magicians. Which means that he doesn't get a whole lot of positive comments like this.

Most magicians just like to one-up one another, and any compliment given is horribly back-handed.

And just in case there's any sort of doubt, he plucks a business card from nowhere and hands it to this Doctor fellow.

[took_a_year_out]

"He doesn't say very much," Martha says, helpfully. "I like him, though."

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor nods. "Yeah, it's kind of his thing."

[doesntsaymuch]

And boy, does he rock the hell out of it. The Doctor probably couldn't pull it off.

Though, he can't help wonder just how this Doctor guy knows him. He's usually pretty good with faces, but he's not placing his.

[took_a_year_out]

"He knows a lot of stuff," Martha says, noticing the look on Teller's face. "Like, really a lot."

Contemplative pause. "I'm not totally certain he's sane, either."

She's probably teasing him. Maybe.

[doesntsaymuch]

Right. Well, around here, neither would be entirely surprising, so he's able to shrug it off fairly easily.

Then again, Martha's talking to a man who introduced himself by coughing up a live mouse, so he may be in a glass house on this one.

[thedoctorwho]

"Stick around a little longer, and you'll be certain. I'm definitely not sane."

[doesntsaymuch]

Oh, really?

Well, this, he's got to see. He just spent two weeks hanging around a group of illegal aliens of the most extreme sense, and he rather likes to consider himself a sort of expert on not sane.

The look he's giving the Doctor right now all but screams 'prove it.'

[thedoctorwho]

"Don't believe me?" he asks, catching the expression. "There's probably no way I could show you adequately, but I'm sure if we run into you again after a bit of running about the universe, Martha will have plenty of stories to tell."

[doesntsaymuch]

If Teller were the story-telling sort, he'd have some strange ones of his own.

Still, if this guy's who he says he is, he's bound to have some stories of his own. Right?