Aradia flinches both times the lightbulb is mentioned - she's trying, it's hard, her thoughts keep slipping out of focus, she wanted it to stop - but those aren't valid excuses at all, really. Add to that the mutual scolding and the realization that yep, she just caused more dangerous spectral activity at the battered old coffee shop, and suddenly it's harder to hold onto anger in the face of sudden guilt. There's no satisfaction at Will getting snapped at too, because he's still being an ass and it's justified, but they've genuinely worried Clara and there's so many regrets to be had here.
"I'm not exaggerating and-- I can't do fire," because that's obviously the problem with this situation, she wants to argue back but Clara's in the way. "I'll. Find a way to fix it. It'd get blamed on you anyway, they only look for me south of the Thames, and it wouldn't be fair."
Clara's track record was so much better then hers and she wrecked it. But she has to reply, it'd be rude otherwise, though eye contact is ignored as that cabinet full of coffee mugs over there is so much more interesting to stare at. "I... guess it's been about two months, since we met? Not sure why that's relevant."
That's as close as she remembers, since time got hard to keep track of with nothing to measure it against. Aradia's wording changes on the reply, 'friend' discarded and swapped in favour of averages, because he said they were acquaintances and she's still okay with that.
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Aradia flinches both times the lightbulb is mentioned - she's trying, it's hard, her thoughts keep slipping out of focus, she wanted it to stop - but those aren't valid excuses at all, really. Add to that the mutual scolding and the realization that yep, she just caused more dangerous spectral activity at the battered old coffee shop, and suddenly it's harder to hold onto anger in the face of sudden guilt. There's no satisfaction at Will getting snapped at too, because he's still being an ass and it's justified, but they've genuinely worried Clara and there's so many regrets to be had here.
"I'm not exaggerating and-- I can't do fire," because that's obviously the problem with this situation, she wants to argue back but Clara's in the way. "I'll. Find a way to fix it. It'd get blamed on you anyway, they only look for me south of the Thames, and it wouldn't be fair."
Clara's track record was so much better then hers and she wrecked it. But she has to reply, it'd be rude otherwise, though eye contact is ignored as that cabinet full of coffee mugs over there is so much more interesting to stare at. "I... guess it's been about two months, since we met? Not sure why that's relevant."
That's as close as she remembers, since time got hard to keep track of with nothing to measure it against. Aradia's wording changes on the reply, 'friend' discarded and swapped in favour of averages, because he said they were acquaintances and she's still okay with that.