Clara can't help but laugh at her own former naivete. "I'd do it again, he's important to the universe. But it'd be more about the people who'd die without him. I was doing it for them, but damn was it mostly me being selfish."

Shaking her head, she sighs and rubs a hand over her face. "Those feelings feel silly now. There are plenty of people on Earth, and I had to go and pick the literal alien." She doesn't mean to be a downer and her head tilts toward Allison.

"I swear I'm not usually this bleak. Spent most of my fun tryin' to keep up with the ladies inside." The cold has done a good job of sobering her up, despite the continued small sips of wine.