Martha was a bit disgruntled that Jack had allowed that last move; it broke 3 of Rosalie's ribs. Sure, they healed again in less than 10 minutes but she still wasn't superwomen. Martha sat by the side of the shooting range as Mickey, Jack and Rosalie tried some uneven pairings. She had a couple of problems watching Jack and Mickey attack Rosalie, one of them included watching two grown men attack the comparatively small teenager, (well sort of) Rosalie. At least it looked like they were having fun and getting something out of it.
After an hour of mock fighting, Martha followed the boys and Rosalie back up to the hub.
"Oh, why did you decide to use the Alias, Rose Bell?" Jack asked
"I thought maybe that they would have the tech to get into the torchwood hard drive or database. I would be on it and they wouldn't trust us. So I tried all the anagrams for my name and none of them were actual names, it came up with ..."
Soon, Jack and Mickey were laughing and joking again, sharing stories about the 'good old days' and their travels. Martha knew that she probably had a couple of stories to tell but instead, she dropped back to talk to Rosalie.
"You Right?"
"I'm fine" Rosalie yawned, "What time is it"
"About nine pm" Martha replied. "Are you sure you're ok"
"Tomorrow, I have to face the wrath of the Krillitanes" she sighed, then shrugged "could be worse"
"Could it?"
"Jack could have sent me back to Unit; I could be lying on a freezing bench under armed guard withering in pain. Instead I'm here, free-ish. Yeah, it could be worse."
"Martha!" Mickey interrupted, "We should be going now, Gwen and Rhys just left. There will be plenty of time to socialize tomorrow." So Martha said a quick goodbye to everyone and ordered Jack to feed Rosalie before being dragged away by Mickey.