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I'm not being a control freak!

You don't look like a control freak you look like a school teacher. [ Though when she's from... The two are usually mutually the same. ]

Who called you a control freak?

[ Clara looks over her shoulder, and not knowing how much to tell the girl. She opts to tell a half-truth. With a smile on her face, Clara waves it off. ]

Oh, just a friend of mine. And I just want to know where he got that idea.

You yell at 'im recently?
Guys always get accusing when you hurt their pride.

Mademoiselle, perhaps not, but trying to direct us back to your companion by stealing my worse might say otherwise.

[ She raises an eyebrow, and shrugs her shoulders in response. ]

I did, but it was a bit deserved. He was acting a bit out of sorts, and he still is for that matter.

[ Clara holds on to the reigns of the horse, and she tries to play innocent. With a smile on her face, she looks back to the horse behind her. The Doctor has gotten himself into trouble, and she has got to get him out of the dungeon he was tossed into. She should have opted to go home, but naw, Earth's history that isn't Victorian is way too much fun. ]

Sorry I had to, but you really don't know my companion. He's a bit senile in his old age, you know what a bunch of white hairs will do to a person's mind. It'll drive them into bedlam.

-he tips his hat at her-

Perhaps I could be of assistance instead of my things being taken. Where is he currently being held? What crime had he done or not done?

[ Clara looks behind her shoulder to the horse, and she hands the reins back to him without any question. She's never sure how to explain her friend; sure, he stands out like a sore thumb wherever he goes with his outlandish behavior. Looking puzzled Clara gives him a little bow. ]

I-I-I was planning to bring her back without any harm done to her. She just happened to be there, and she wasn't going to bite my head off. As for my friend, it was more of a case of the wrong place and the wrong time. He's at some fortress of some Duke, who's got a bunch of equally nasty guards.

[ Clara's plan was to try to get in there herself, but the man is offering help. Two swords are better than one after all. ] Name's Clara, and I'd appreciate the help.

-he offers his hand to her before hoisting himself up onto his own horse-

Which way, then?

[ Clara takes the offered hand, and she points east. ]

That way!

-he helps her up onto the horse into a comfortable position and clicks at his horse to follow the direction that she points-

Where exactly did you say you were from, mademoiselle?

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