[ The relief of the umbrella. It makes her feel better and she looks up at it, then at the child with his mask. ]

If I could pick, I would rather make people better. They'd be happy with me all the time. Probably never run out of friends.

[ Clara doesn't want to upset him by interrogating him, so instead she gives a small shrug as if she's asking a casual question. ]

Don't you think that would be better?