Martha, with the businesslike efficiency of a UNIT operative, had prepared both medical and food supplies for Caritas. Although the latter had eaten into her monthly supply of credits, her new surgery had supplied everything else, more or less. She still needed to work out what they would do for fresh water, but she needed to visit the building itself for that.

With one of her makeshift medical kits in her arms, Martha made her way down the stairs and into the bar. She spotted Casey over the top of the box.

"Are you all right?"