The only very curious thing about the latest arrival is the way time in the room seems to bend, building up into a small pop! It doesn't usually go as wibbly as it does wobbly, not in this universe.

Otherwise, Amy would call Clara's arrival uninteresting. Even a little dull.

But there's just something...

Some reason she can't put her finger on. Some unidentifiable tug that keeps drawing her attention to the newbie.

"Oi," she calls over, once minute seven has passed and she's still standing about looking dazed; "you all right?"

Amy frowns, and nods at the empty seats around her table.

"Why don't you sit before your legs give way?"