Martha is overcome with a hundred different thoughts...one is acute discomfort at her mistake. Giggling in a very odd way, she looks over to Katrina...this is her Big Night...this is the Prince's project...no way could I...She tries a smile...nods extremely meekly to Matt...her turn to look sheepish.
"You are generous, sir...I have to say, I...I ordinarily wouldn't dream of such a thing, sir...but, amongst other things, sir, your command of Shakespeare intrigues me...I shall accept your kind offer."
A shy smile, she adjusts her hat and gathers her cane to her side...readies her her and slender self to a posture ready to walk.