Martha eyes widen, her mouth slightly ajar. Jonathan's hand squeezes hers so tightly that it almost hurts. Her instinct is to turn to him and get a look at his reaction, but before she has a chance to really get a grasp on the situation, a wave of nausea comes over her. She brings her free hand to her mouth, swallowing, then springs up and runs out of the room.

Jonathan watches her go, ignoring his impulse to follow her as she's told him to do in the past, and turns to regard Clark and Eirene a bit uncomfortably. "Her, uh, gag reflex has a real keen sense of timing these days," he says with a nervous laugh. Beyond that, he says nothing. He has no idea how to deal with something like this without her.