[ Clara is just..disgusted by this entire thing, but if this is what they have to do, then at least they're together. ]
We've never gone grave robbing together, no. But you and me? We've done some weird things. Every day is more awesome than the last with you.
[ Smiling to herself as she digs (ridiculously) with her spoon, she's focused and unaware as tree roots inch closer to her from behind. ]
How much can I tell you before I risk blowing up the universe? Because the time I basically spoke for humanity to an alien during the Cold War was - wait. Ah-ha!
[ Reaching into the shallow hole, she pulls out the wrapped piece of heart and tries not to think about the hole it came out of. There's blood and muscle and something that was pulsating once, sitting in her hand, at least a part of it. Even if it is wrapped, it gives her the creeps (which is putting it mildly). ]
I'm really not keen on holding onto this the whole way back. Do you—
[ Before she can finish her statement, she's pulled backwards quickly, yanked as if on a wire. Dropping the piece of heart, her arms are pinned to her sides and she realizes belatedly that she's wrapped up in the roots of the tree. ]
Doctor!
[ She can't move anything, being squeezed tightly the way she imagines a snake would begin to crush its prey. The thought makes her panic a little, trying anything to get herself loose. In response, the roots pull back, seemingly winding up to toss her away. ]
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We've never gone grave robbing together, no. But you and me? We've done some weird things. Every day is more awesome than the last with you.
[ Smiling to herself as she digs (ridiculously) with her spoon, she's focused and unaware as tree roots inch closer to her from behind. ]
How much can I tell you before I risk blowing up the universe? Because the time I basically spoke for humanity to an alien during the Cold War was - wait. Ah-ha!
[ Reaching into the shallow hole, she pulls out the wrapped piece of heart and tries not to think about the hole it came out of. There's blood and muscle and something that was pulsating once, sitting in her hand, at least a part of it. Even if it is wrapped, it gives her the creeps (which is putting it mildly). ]
I'm really not keen on holding onto this the whole way back. Do you—
[ Before she can finish her statement, she's pulled backwards quickly, yanked as if on a wire. Dropping the piece of heart, her arms are pinned to her sides and she realizes belatedly that she's wrapped up in the roots of the tree. ]
Doctor!
[ She can't move anything, being squeezed tightly the way she imagines a snake would begin to crush its prey. The thought makes her panic a little, trying anything to get herself loose. In response, the roots pull back, seemingly winding up to toss her away. ]