I dunno. The history books all talk of big events. They never mention the normal person. What's it like to actually live then?

[Martha's in the process of pulling apart the velcro when Rat rolls up his sleeve. Her eyes widen in surprise at the bruises that he hadn't mentioned. She's about to chide him even when she sees the look on his face. He doesn't look like he knows what happened either.]

How did these happen?

[She has to ask anyway.]