The space immediately strikes Clara as homey more than anything. She takes in the extra mattresses and the scattered belongings, and can't help but compare them to the empty, sterile space she's been half-occupying for the last month and a half.

"Alright, just-" Oh. Okay. She doesn't need to awkwardly ask Bobbie to disrobe, because there she goes. And it's a damn good thing that Clara can't blush anymore, or else her face would be quite warm.

"Yeah. Looked like a worm, right under my skin."