He's actually going along with this? Clara stares over at him, trying to imagine mounting his shoulders as if he were a horse. A smile of disbelief takes over her face, and she almost feels a bit bad as she actually goes for it. They're both small people, but he's more so than she is, that she worries about him collapsing. But after some struggling she ends up in place, resting her hands atop his head.

"My hands are uncovered, so we'll have to move quickly. I'm Clara, by the way. In case you were curious about who it is that's riding you."