[ The beer is awful, and Clara only manages a couple of sips. She has to draw the line at kissing random men, and she looks at the burly man. He's been decent, and she nods, smiling just a touch. ]

Hey, Caitlyn! Let's put that energy into kissing Vi! Remember her? Love letters and feelings and wanting to be with Vi? C'mon, let's go walk and talk about her. Tell me everything.

[ Finers crossed this tactic works, she has no idea if it will appeal to Caitlyn's sober instincts or not. But she has to try! She fancies herself strong, but not big enough to support a totally tits-up woman. ]