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( Red shakes her head in answer to the question. He'd never mentioned that before, and it's hard to wrap her head around - It's the Underworld. Its layout can change though Hades is the one that is in charge of changing it. This sounds like the Tardis itself will change it. )

...a T-Rex? Shit. That must have been shocking to suddenly be swallowed while you have no idea what's going on. Did you at least get to see it?

( That's a once in a lifetime chance to see a dinosaur after all. Red ducks her head with a tiny smile, blushing slightly. No one's ever said that to her before, and well, she's never really thought about it either, part of separating herself so much. )

Oh, uh. Thank you. ( She sips more from her cup resting her head back a bit against the bed behind her. ) Never really put much thought into dressing any certain way. Always had to wear a stupid hall monitor vest, and I didn't really make friends with the spirits so- ( lots of guarding and watching from the outside. ) But thanks.

All of Victorian-bloody-London saw it.

[ She huffs out a breath and rubs her face, but she lets out a short laugh, too. ]

A forever hall monitor. God, middle-grade me would've loved the power to be bossy for a reason. Maybe the underworld is onto something. [ She nudges Red gently. ]

Also, you're welcome. I like this, and I like that I have you. Whenever there's time, we should try to do this more often.

( Red smiles a little at the sweet and genuine way that Clara puts it. That she likes this, likes having her around. She is still getting used to how kind people in their group can be like it's so easy to make friends, like it's so simple.

Maybe it is. Maybe the Underworld complicates things. Maybe it was complicated further by how different she was, but here they're a group of people who are very used to different or strange or odd. )

...yeah, girls' nights more often. They're good for the... heart or something. ( She lifts up her cup as if in toast. ) To doing this more often.

[ Clara grins and raises her cup that's now filled with water. Have to be smart about girls' nights. Or at least semi-aware. ]

To more girls' nights. And if we ever get to a place with real food, we're getting it all. Every last bit of it, even if it makes us sick. I don't even eat a lot of junk food, and I miss it like mad.

[ She's missed this since Sabine died, feeling close to others. She'd been determined to block that part of her heart off, but here she is, making friends, caring so much that one day it'll probably hurt. But for now, she's happy. ]

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