He's doing the thing again, attempts to disarm the argument be damned. It's the same empty monotone she heard when the wifi password came up, the crystal-clear repetition's still eerie and notably colder (with another wince at 'could be considered friendly', ow). She's two seconds from mentioning it because now it's definitely tied into Weird Bullshit, it'd be easier to prove it this time, except-

Except then Clara switches targets and no. She didn't even know her blood could still turn to ice, that's a fascinating discovery and she'd much rather think about that then.... crap.

"No?" Wait. "I mean - I remember, but I still don't," there's no way she's getting out of this in one piece, is there. The waves of panic rolling off her are almost tangible, sending warning flickers through the lights but thankfully avoiding more needless destruction. She knows where Clara's going with this, and the worst part is it's suddenly all too obvious that she's got a point. Help. "I still haven't really changed my opinion on the whole thing?"

If anyone starts laughing at her misfortune there might be no survivors. Just saying.