Everything Allison says registers in a different way: she's got a really good opinion, and she understands in a way no one else really does. "Time travel," she begins with a small smile. "So's he. And I travel with him, so me too, I s'pose."

Clara sighs softly and leans against the railing after taking another swig of alcohol. "You're not wrong. But if you die for someone and they still don't get it, then what?" She pauses and looks over at Allison.

"I'm not dead anymore. I mean, he brought me back. But what else does a girl gotta do?" she jokes.