Clara shook her head at him as he dashed ahead of her. That also meant she was still timid to trust him as well. She believed him of course, and wanted to think he was doing the right thing, but trusting meant she had to let go of some control in her life. That was a bit hard for her.

One hand kept the hat on her head as she rushed after him. It'd be so much easier if he had grabbed her hand along with his dashing out!

They reached The Laughing Man and Clara stepped inside first, looking around at the lounge. Quite a few patrons were staying which meant they weren't closing anytime soon--even if their hours said they were. She glanced up at the Doctor before heading over to the bar and leaning over the counter. The bartender recognized her immediately, but made a face at her muttered request. Clara insisted on her request before he nodded and took his leave. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she turned to look back at the Doctor.

"He'll be right down."