[ Clara doesn't mind being a little closer either, shivering at the memory of seeing someone's insides. It's all nightmare fuel for later, but for now, there's business to attend to. Once he's confirmed it's just them, Clara looks up at him excitedly. ]

Oh! Wait! I have something for this.

[ Reaching into her back pocket, she produces the spoon he gave her back in Serthica, proudly. He told her to keep it, and it's become something like a ritual to make sure she has it every time she's going out. Never know when it might be useful. ]

I know I won't be digging bucketloads at a time, but manicures aren't exactly easy to come by, and mine is holding up incredibly well.

[ 'Holding up' is all about perspective; her last one is from the train, which means her nails have grown out by now, and a lot of the paint has chipped away. But she'll be damned if she breaks a nail now. ]

Besides, nothing could be buried that deep that fast, I hope. She didn't say to dig a hole any particular deepness, did she?