Jack's left and come back in since Martha last saw him. It's been a good twenty years or so for him since he's seen this place - and he doesn't seem to have aged a day.
He's in a World War I army uniform when he enters - British, to be precise, as he's been hanging around Cardiff anyway. That uniform happens to have a large and rather obvious fresh bloodstain on the front of it, and a bullet hole that's obviously the source of that blood.
"Well," he says, rubbing at his chest, not really realizing yet that he's in the Inn, "that wasn't fun."
Martha looks up from her drink at the sound and is on her feet, faster than she can process who it is that has stumbled into the Inn with a bullet wound.
She's at his side moments later, only then does it register that this is Jack. The Doctor's friend.
"Bloody hell. Sit down. We need to stop the bleeding. Now."
Jack looks up sharply at the sound of her voice, and realizes abruptly that he is not on a battlefield in France. Huh. Been a while since he's seen this place. He can't say he minds seeing it now, though.
He smiles at her, and though he looks a little pale... give him a minute or five, and he'll be good as new.
"No, really, I'll be fine. This is nothing new."
Well, this particular bullet wound is, obviously. He means more the getting shot and dying and coming back thing, which is what he just did prior to finding his way in here.
"Like hell you'll be. You've been shot in the chest. This is not 'going to be fine' material unless you sit your ass down right this minute and let me have a sodding look at it already! I'm a doctor and I bloody know what I'm doing." She brings out her wrath, because she cares really.
Martha has slipped her hands on his chest over the wound to try to curb the bleeding at least a little. She's two seconds away from pushing him on the floor, but she has a feeling that will merely bring further injury so she's hoping that he'll actually obey the wrath.
Grace had been collecting all of her old Medical school exam notes for majority of the day, thinking up anything and everything she could remember using. She even still had some of her professors recorded lectures on discs!
So when she sees Martha settled at a table, she smiles and is quick to head over. "Hello there," She sets the decent stack of notebooks and folders (a few CD cases on top) upon the table, "May I join you?"
Martha looks up from her Irish coffee and smiles, happy to see Grace again. It is rather amusing that she tends to like every one of the Doctor's previous companions. Every one of them, except for Rose who continuously grates on her nerves outside of the Inn... why did she think it'd be any different here, in person?
"Yes, of course. I'm just having a hot glass of Irish coffee before I had back to the Tardis." She glances at the stack. "Blimey. Is that all for me?"
"You're leaving?" She quirks her head to one side. Really, she's the friendliest thing she's met thus far, so it's rather saddening.
Thinking up a cup of black coffee for herself, she decides it's best to suck it up and looks towards the stack, "If you want it, sure. All the tricks and secrets you need to know are there and some other basic information. The CDs are old lectures I attended, too. I wasn't too sure what you would want out of them all."
"Yes. Hopefully not for long, it's just I'm not good with the being cooped up in one place even if the Inn is nice. I've got more adventuring to do."
Martha grins with just barely contained excitement and interest, standing to flip through the stack with her fingers, pausing at different items she discovers to skim them.
"This is... perfect. Thank you so much! I would completely use all of this. My exams are coming up soon this will be loads of help!"
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He's in a World War I army uniform when he enters - British, to be precise, as he's been hanging around Cardiff anyway. That uniform happens to have a large and rather obvious fresh bloodstain on the front of it, and a bullet hole that's obviously the source of that blood.
"Well," he says, rubbing at his chest, not really realizing yet that he's in the Inn, "that wasn't fun."
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She's at his side moments later, only then does it register that this is Jack. The Doctor's friend.
"Bloody hell. Sit down. We need to stop the bleeding. Now."
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He smiles at her, and though he looks a little pale... give him a minute or five, and he'll be good as new.
"No, really, I'll be fine. This is nothing new."
Well, this particular bullet wound is, obviously. He means more the getting shot and dying and coming back thing, which is what he just did prior to finding his way in here.
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Martha has slipped her hands on his chest over the wound to try to curb the bleeding at least a little. She's two seconds away from pushing him on the floor, but she has a feeling that will merely bring further injury so she's hoping that he'll actually obey the wrath.
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So when she sees Martha settled at a table, she smiles and is quick to head over. "Hello there," She sets the decent stack of notebooks and folders (a few CD cases on top) upon the table, "May I join you?"
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"Yes, of course. I'm just having a hot glass of Irish coffee before I had back to the Tardis." She glances at the stack. "Blimey. Is that all for me?"
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Thinking up a cup of black coffee for herself, she decides it's best to suck it up and looks towards the stack, "If you want it, sure. All the tricks and secrets you need to know are there and some other basic information. The CDs are old lectures I attended, too. I wasn't too sure what you would want out of them all."
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Martha grins with just barely contained excitement and interest, standing to flip through the stack with her fingers, pausing at different items she discovers to skim them.
"This is... perfect. Thank you so much! I would completely use all of this. My exams are coming up soon this will be loads of help!"
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