[ She sighs softly, wishing she could offer more, knowing she's mostly repeating herself now. But she does manage a small smile. ]

Means a lot that you told me, and the heads up is really appreciated. I might've thought this place was doing something to you. I'm sure it'll be a shock if I see it, but a different sort. [ She imagines it like a werewolf transformation in movies, but she isn't sure how to ask and she doesn't know if it would be upsetting, so Clara keeps it to herself. ]

Girls' nights are good. It's been a long time since I've had one. [ Since the night before Sabine died. Clara lets out a soft exhale. ] And I guess I do have...stuff. [ She finishes what's in her cup but doesn't pour more just yet. She'll probably need it later, and she already feels flush. ] Some of it's embarrassing.

[ Maybe just to her. But first, her face shifts into an expression of aggravation, not directed at Red, but her annoyance with this planet. ]

I needed to talk to you, actually, so you had good timing. Thanks to this place, the Doctor knows what I did for him. He knows I died, and he knows he saved me. You don't have to keep that secret anymore. I mean, around him, maybe don't tell anyone else.