"I think the trick is to not slip and fall," Clara helpfully offers him a tip as she tries grabbing him and rolling him over. He's small, but she's not much larger than he is, so it naturally ends with her falling on her backside in the snow and staring up at the grayish sky with disdain.

Her cheeks puff as she huffs, and moves to climb back up onto her feet, dusting snow off her backside and out of her hair as she goes. On try two, she winds up rolling him over well enough, and crouches down so she's smiling right in his face. Like she's accomplished some huge victory instead of having rolled him over onto his back.

"Or maybe we ought to just avoid work entirely. It's too cold to expect actual productivity."

She talks like she knows him. Maybe she does, or maybe the whole space thing is just a weird dream. Or maybe she's just this friendly to everyone she comes across. It's really all a gamble at this point, who knows what's going on anymore.