[In the kitchen. Right. That's so stereotypical that Martha's finding it difficult to be offended. She hadn't realized that she would ever run into anyone who would make America look like the better option for a conversation partner, but then again -- these two are just parts of him, the ugliest parts.

Still, it doesn't seem fair to judge him based on that. She doesn't want people judging her on what her shadow says, so she won't do the same with anyone else.

When the two of them get into a scuffle, Martha's eyes widen and she takes another step back. America starts speaking with her like that isn't happening in her periphery vision, and Martha decides to just go along with it.]

It's fine, you don't have to explain. [She shakes her head.] We're probably better off ending this conversation as soon as we can...

[Or that's the idea, at least, but they seem to have lost a dinosaur. Martha sighs and drags her hand down her face.] Do you need me to help you look for her?

[Her shadow chuckles and shakes her head.] Wouldn't you rather just run away? You're so very good at running.