Clara's thankfully managed to get herself together well enough. She's showered, brushed her hair, and gotten proper clothes on (just a loose sweater and leggings). When your head and arm hurt like hell, easy tasks become surprisingly more time consuming.

When Scott raps on the door, she smiles; a real smile. She's always pleased to see him even if his presence means she has to end up at a hospital. But at least she doesn't have to go alone. Carefully tucking her injured left arm against her chest, she opens the door. Her face is badly bruised and there's a massive bandage on the left side of her head.

"Scott. Thanks for coming so quickly."