[She shows up about twenty minutes later, looking like hell. Angry hell.
Clara Oswald will move mountains to lie about her well-being when it counts. She'll stop at nothing to make people believe exactly what she wants them to about her emotional state. But right now, none of that matters. She feels betrayed, and damaged, and she's had several swallows of really awful vodka, and she's ready to cry and scream. The only trace of the prim schoolteacher Sarah spoke with over the network back in February is in her unwrinkled blouse.
[voice >> action]
[She shows up about twenty minutes later, looking like hell. Angry hell.
Clara Oswald will move mountains to lie about her well-being when it counts. She'll stop at nothing to make people believe exactly what she wants them to about her emotional state. But right now, none of that matters. She feels betrayed, and damaged, and she's had several swallows of really awful vodka, and she's ready to cry and scream. The only trace of the prim schoolteacher Sarah spoke with over the network back in February is in her unwrinkled blouse.
Her first words aren't promising - ]
I'm sorry. I tried to get drunk.