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[souffle_girlek]

Clara has decided that at some point she lost any and all ability to control the weird factor in her life. She has also decided that if the kids ever decide to blackmail her again, she'll handle it herself. Handling it herself this time would have meant she wouldn't be leading two sort-of-like-INTERPOL-but-not James Bond types through the door of a pub that shouldn't even exist into a comical castle full of easily-cowed soldiers who were setting up defenses against rather scary child-napping alien robots.

Yet somehow, this is her life right now. At least it isn't chilly out.

"Ma'am!" Annnnd they've been spotted. It's showtime, boys and girls.

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[hasthehighground]

Clint has absolutely no expression regarding blowing up the planet.

Natasha's eyes flick over to watch them, but her shoulders have settled on being introduced and getting a look at the soldiers. Professional, but stance and face softening. Not scaring the ducklings matters even more here than with recent SHIELD academy graduates.

"Captain," he says, tone polite. "I run small teams operations. Not," he says, with an almost smile, "against Cybermen. I need your sitrep." He tilts his right hand for Natasha to join them, moving forward.

Clara can follow; he expects her to. But she can do whatever she wants.

[souffle_girlek]

The Captain's expression while still professional, is infinitely relieved. Despite what she may think, Clara doesn't fake 'officer' terribly well to someone who's actually spent time around proper officers, and is utter pants at being reassuring.

This is probably down to the way that she's still scanning the horizon every few minutes for any sign of the children. Or of the Doctor. Or preferably of all three, why haven't they come back yet?

"It's not something we ever thought we would have to face, out here." The Captain wryly admits, the tilt of her lips hinting at a dry sense of humor she might have enjoyed once upon a time, before bad judgement calls landed her in this situation. "If you don't mind, we have our available weapons stored in the... I suppose one might call it an antechamber to the great hall, its the room with the fewest doors." And the least amount of comical elements.