Clara nods which makes it worse, then manages to open her eyes with one hand braced against the wall. There's another memory that tries to unravel itself, a recognition, and she closes her eyes again tightly, as if against the sun.

"Yeah, water's good. I think I need to sit."

They aren't completely in the way if she sits against the wall, so that's what she does, gracelessly landing on the ground. She's usually better with her words, and after a few sips of water, she finally feels like her head isn't swimming. Squinting up at him, she realizes he doesn't feel like a stranger; maybe they've met and he was a big part of a gossip session, she has no idea.

"Thank you. I think I'm alright, glad you came along." Her eyes peer at him, questioning.

"Have we met?"