She blinks a bit at his response, his tone. This is new. This is definitely something she has never encountered, experienced, before since first meeting him. He's always been guarded and careful and that's fine with her. Everyone deserves to have secrets and things kept to themselves if they felt like it.

It's just. It throws her off a bit with how her eyebrows knit together and she tries to understand the meaning behind his words, what he's trying to say under the statements and facts.

Clara never did know what he did for a living outside of the vague notions of projects and assignments. A moment like this makes her wonder if she wants to really know or if he wants her to know. Ignorance is bliss after all and she has to remember they live in a world that isn't always the safest place.

"Oh. I see." There's a bit of sheepishness in her tone as she looks at him, solemn for a second. Then she smiles because that's Clara, always trying to find the good in something for someone. Especially for someone she cares and worries for like Willard. "Well-- I'm glad it was me. I would hate for you to have to deal with anything so serious at this hour. I don't know if you had a proper cup of coffee to get through the day!"