"Brittania? So, Britain. Same thing--you're from England, too." Martha's about the same height, but she doesn't try to draw herself up in return; she's not taking this quite so seriously. That earlier niggling confusion has returned, though. It feels she's missing just one or two pieces to the puzzle of a man before her, but it's impossible to get a sense of who he is without them. "D'you really call it Brittania?"