[It's probably for the best that the shadow backs up when its does, because Martha's double had been halfway to slapping it. Seeing how Martha herself feels tense and wound up in response to those words, she once again has to convince herself that no, that yellow-eyed thing is nothing like her, not really. It's just here to torment her.

When America explains, Martha looks from the three of them over to the dinosaur and back again. Their responses, which chime in almost immediately after, causes her to sigh.]

So... north and south, is it? At least I only have the one to deal with.

[Martha's shadow seems to have calmed down now, but she's got her arms crossed over her chest, looking the others over.] Which means that one of them would probably be happier if you were in chains.

[This is just getting more and more awkward. Martha shifts to the side, nodding to America.] I suppose you should be getting on your way, then?