Martha was taking a break, come hell or high water. Or, at least, that was what her supervisor had said. She'd been at Skye since about five that morning, and still had several hours to go until her day was over, but she had been kicked out of the building under penalty of being made to take time off.

Something about being a bit obsessive. (Alright, so it had been something of a joke, but the joke had come with a very serious shove out the ward door.) And she'd gone about halfway home before she decided to just stop in to the shop she'd seen on the way home from work the day before. (New places were always interesting, and there was only so new you could get in a city you couldn't leave.)

She wandered in and caught herself looking at the decorations before even thinking of being seated, the place looked very nice, and rather cozy overall. It made her slow down a bit for the first time that day.