Martha was beginning to believe he couldn't speak at all. It would make sense--even as it turned her stomach. What had happened to this man? She smiled at him, nodding back. Pretending he'd just simply agreed to her help, and wasn't totally flustered by it. Because as sad as that was, the only way around it she could see was to show him something different than he was used to.

"Right," she said, glancing around. "Where do we start?"