There was a time Clara might have flirted, before Danny, before a lot of things. And that wink would have been all the encouragement she needed. She doesn't feel much like flirting, now. For one, it's bloody cold. A lot like Christmas, Trenzalore. It had to have been at least as cold then, and she hadn't actually been wearing any clothes. She makes a face remembering it, scrunching up her nose a bit.]
Hotel thing? [Sounds reasonable. There are worse things than invisible maids, but she does wish she could catch them at it just once. Then maybe they could find out what's going on here.] Tryin' not to think about it.
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There was a time Clara might have flirted, before Danny, before a lot of things. And that wink would have been all the encouragement she needed. She doesn't feel much like flirting, now. For one, it's bloody cold. A lot like Christmas, Trenzalore. It had to have been at least as cold then, and she hadn't actually been wearing any clothes. She makes a face remembering it, scrunching up her nose a bit.]
Hotel thing? [Sounds reasonable. There are worse things than invisible maids, but she does wish she could catch them at it just once. Then maybe they could find out what's going on here.] Tryin' not to think about it.