As far back as she can remember, Marta's had a fear of public speaking - a perfectly rational one, considering what would happen if social contracts or embarrassment or just thoughtlessness made her tell a lie in front of all those people, and right now there's Ransom smirking at her and the Drysdales glaring from the stands and the lawyers and journalists waiting to pick apart every word she says, and -

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

She seeks out his eyes, the only one there for her sake, returns his smile, and suddenly it's all so very easy.