[ Before she can explain why that's not possible, Clara does her best to catch Caitlyn, and she winds up half holding her around the waist, planting her feet so she can support her friend. ]

Caitlyn, and whoever else is in there, I don't think your mum's here. But tell me about her. Tell me everything you miss about your mum, and I'll tell you everything I miss about mine.

[ The promise is out of her mouth before she can think about it. She just wants to get somewhere relatively safe, where there's no alcohol and no high counters. She makes sure they're both as steady as they can be. ]

C'mon. Please?