There's an awkward moment of silence from Aradia when the broken bulb is brought up, the immediate flash of guilt too hard to ignore even if the older ghost's voice remains neutral. "At least they'll get paid for fixing it, though. It's a cleaner job then some people get."

That. Was probably not the response Clara wanted. It's too late to change her phrasing, her usual monotone present even as she shoves down a wince, so she latches onto the earlier topic instead. "I don't mind chatting though. It'd be nice."

Ghosts can't normally interact without a mortal or a fetter as a go-between, but Clara's experienced and Aradia's determined and she thinks she's got an idea of where the elder is standing. Maybe.