Pretty sure. Or at least reasonably sure? I've decided to never discount anything. For all I know, we'll have to make wings out of feathers and wax and fly back.

[ Clara's laughing though, because she as friends who'll just follow her, and that makes her feel like...well. She isn't sure. Elated? Protected? Maybe loved in a way that found family is very particular about. Either way, she's glad Red's with her. ]

I dunno what we're doing either. Honestly, all I know is a musician lived here, probably died here, and it's partially flooded. But if we need a hand with invisibility and getting the hell out later, unseen, I got you.