[ Clara exhales slowly, trying to let the frustration seep out of her the way warmth is. ]

Thank you.

[ She will, more than likely, ask the question. And then what? Does she walk out if she has a bad vibe. She tries to tell herself she's been in more confusing situations with the Doctor so that she can keep going. ]

I've gotta stop volunteering. I never know what the hell I'm doing, if it's the right thing or not.

[ A new feeling. It's why she was so eager to barter and make trades, sometimes even take what was needed. She was good at it, knew what the goal was, and could help others. But these things where she goes off and inevitably someone has to save her? This is the first time she's thought maybe she should take a back seat. ]

We're almost done, I think. Light at the end of the tunnel, that. [ She nods toward the fortress, hoping she's right in the sense that they can make their way back to where the others are. ]