[ The names are similar enough to make her freeze. The first syllable, anyway, which is all it takes to bring back the unpleasant ache of anger and sadness. The handle of the rolling pin cracks in her death grip as she stares at him, in vague disbelief.

Except he didn't say Judas. She's overreacting, isn't she? Maybe it's fine. She needs to calm down. Think pleasant thoughts, no need to scare this poor soul. ]

It doesn't matter, I just remembered something that happened a while back. Don't worry about it.

I am Martha, nice to meetcha– ahem! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance~