( Red will keep that in mind when she hears the knock - she can't actually see her, which is a damn shame, but she'll be here. She doesn't need to see her to enjoy her presence. She steps over to the door, opening it, and then releasing a breath despite herself. )
Damn. Thirty minutes, right?
( She takes a step back though to let Clara in. There's still all of her other senses that work though - the smell of Clara, the sound of her steps and her heart beating and her voice in person, her touch - Red reaches out instinctively to where she thinks she might be, hand brushing over her wrist. )
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Damn. Thirty minutes, right?
( She takes a step back though to let Clara in. There's still all of her other senses that work though - the smell of Clara, the sound of her steps and her heart beating and her voice in person, her touch - Red reaches out instinctively to where she thinks she might be, hand brushing over her wrist. )