"Ha ha." Clara tries to act offended, but it falls flat since her cheeks are currently stuffed with the rest of her sandwich. It turns out she was hungrier than she thought.

As soon as she's done and deems he's not going to eat anymore, she stacks the plates and moves to stand up. Only that...really hurts, so she hisses in a sharp intake of air and freezes in place. Maybe the dishes can wait until later. No matter how tidy she likes to keep things.

"How do you manage to deal with being shot all the time? I can hardly move."