"Fine so far, except for the fact they expect me to share sleeping space with entirely too many other people, the food is hardly what I'd call edible, and I don't think the people in charge here take me seriously." Clara is never one to mope, but when directly asked she will gladly take up the opportunity to bitch about her current situation.

"At least they've let me keep my clothes." But really, running around in a short little dress and tights isn't the most practical thing to do, but she had just gotten them on board the Moira. Like hell she's going to give them up just because she's in a freezing cold snowy hellscape.