"This morning?"

Clara comes around her side to look up (way up) at her face, as if hoping to see a smirk or a laugh, some sign that that was a joke, an exaggeration. When she sees nothing of the sort, her brows furrow.

"That's... really not good." Which doesn't need to be said, of course. With a renewed concern, Clara gets back to checking Bobbie's body for any sign of... of something, whatever could possibly be causing this.