Clara shakes her head as well, but more mutely - she is both desperate to get back, and completely unwilling to go. This is the first time the bar has appeared in the middle of one of their adventures, and this one has her the most scared.

(This is a lie, but it's a lie she doesn't know she's telling. There's a theme to her life. Lives. Whatever.)

Her fork is centered very neatly on her plate, and her hands are folded tightly so she can keep from wringing them into knots, and she's really really like it if they could just go now. Please.