( Concern etches into Red's expression, and she lifts her other arm up to wrap around Clara, keeping tight hold of her as she leans in when that vertigo hits. It takes a second to register what she's even said, and she smiles, even though the worry's still there, ramming into her chest. )

Given I can be a real cynical asshole that's not exactly great news, huh? ( She tightens her grip on her, wondering, but not wanting to ask too soon. It's more important to get her somewhere, to steady her. ) Let's get you seated somewhere, okay? Keep a hold of me, and I'll lead you somewhere solid.