Now that things have gone to absolute hell, like she figured they would eventually (although, it isn't Hell hell this time, so that's nice), Clara has been looking for the people she cares about. Especially the people who've gone out of their way to save her or make sure she's okay.

It's Nacho she's trying to find now, being as small and quiet as possible. Clara's done an impressive job so far and she enters the restaurant quietly, not daring to whisper yet. It's then that she feels herself being pulled close, eyes wide in alarm as a hand goes over her mouth. As soon as her brain registers that it's actually him, she nods and presses closer, trying to blend into whatever shadows there are.