Clara doesn't fare much better, she was already drinking by the time Caitlyn married. Steadying herself, she lets out a breath of fortitude and leads the way out. The air is noticeably cooler just outside the room, but it feels nice after being in the company of so many others.

There is indeed a small place to duck in and sit, and Clara sort of flops into a chair, legs draped over one armrest, her head on the other.

"So, she's actually here with you. Have you spent any time together? I know this place hasn't made it easy," she notes.