"Curses! Foiled again!" He smiles, and smacks a hand down against the steering wheel, the sound of a decision made. "Come on. We'll probably need somebody to help us haul this out of the basement, no point sitting around here much longer." He doesn't bother opening the car door like a civilized person, he just vaults out of it and comes around to open Clara's door for her. You know, like a proper gentleman.

"If the lady doesn't protest?" he asks, holding out a hand.