Clara sobers even more, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his arm in comfort.

"I'll take your word for it." Exhaling, Clara thinks about the things she's seen, the planets she's been to where everything feels wrong. Even on her own, there are places where people are oppressed in the worst ways.

She's steady under his gaze, recognizing it for what it is. It sounds like trust is likely hard-won where here's from, so she doesn't mind. It gives her a chance to do so in return, but not really to figure out whether or not he's trustworthy. More like nice to look at.

"I don't know what that's like," she admits. "But I hope those places that aren't cruel have at least a little kindness."