Martha missed helping Digger as he gathered supplies...she was too slow, she got there as he headed back to his chair. Bringing a few supplies back to the table for others and a refilled beaker of Coke for herself, she took her seat and elected to be dealt out this round...preferring, it seems, to listen and join in the chatter...Martha nods, excited, as Terri lists some of the local clubs. This Terri certainly seemed to know her nightlife! Martha rubbed her lame leg as she watched Terri with gentle interest: there certainly was an impish element to Terri, Martha felt she could understand the Tinkerbell costume more fully now.