As he lists the people that are here she catches one she recognizes him talking about. Amy. She smiled at his joke, though truth be told, she had a feeling it wasn't much of a joke. Could the universe hold this many of him, his TARDIS, and a few companions all in one place with out something exploding?
Amy though. If any thing she would call Amy more of his previous face's girlfriend, from what she had heard and see of her. She doesn't say this though. Just lets him prattle on about TARDIS, or, apparently Cridhe. As for his not protecting her calling the TARDIS his girlfriend, Clara really isn't surprised. The way he and that ship get along was enough for Clara to believe it could be a thing. And Trenzalore did prove that he wouldn't be alone, in the end. She'd be larger then ever, but still there with him.
Death. It was a topic that kept coming to her mind. She suppose those things tend to happen when you...
--Ah, she hated that tone. It made her sigh, sipping her wine and giving him a look that said 'yes, please' educate me'. Though really, she was glad he took pitty on her, because it meant she didn't have to ask. When he explained though, she didn't look at all surprised. Instead there was something warm in her smile and in her eyes as she watched him.
"I like it." She said at last, leaning on the table and looking across to him. "Every word mentioned seemed to fit her well. Maybe I can figure out why she doesn't like me so much." She said with a bit of a lop sided grin. Clara felt that she and TARDIS had started to get along much better. Or, at least she had hoped they were.
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Amy though. If any thing she would call Amy more of his previous face's girlfriend, from what she had heard and see of her. She doesn't say this though. Just lets him prattle on about TARDIS, or, apparently Cridhe. As for his not protecting her calling the TARDIS his girlfriend, Clara really isn't surprised. The way he and that ship get along was enough for Clara to believe it could be a thing. And Trenzalore did prove that he wouldn't be alone, in the end. She'd be larger then ever, but still there with him.
Death. It was a topic that kept coming to her mind. She suppose those things tend to happen when you...
--Ah, she hated that tone. It made her sigh, sipping her wine and giving him a look that said 'yes, please' educate me'. Though really, she was glad he took pitty on her, because it meant she didn't have to ask. When he explained though, she didn't look at all surprised. Instead there was something warm in her smile and in her eyes as she watched him.
"I like it." She said at last, leaning on the table and looking across to him. "Every word mentioned seemed to fit her well. Maybe I can figure out why she doesn't like me so much." She said with a bit of a lop sided grin. Clara felt that she and TARDIS had started to get along much better. Or, at least she had hoped they were.