With Strax finally distracted Vastra made her way to relax. Well she says distracted more—occupied. The slow smirk on her face was all evidence you needed but her mouth remained tightly shut in her smugness. She walks into the drawing room, plucking off her gloves and humming approvingly to herself but suddenly all is cut off as a familiar face sits on one of her leather seats.
“What are you doing here?”
“What did y'say to her?”
He needed to know what was said in those days, nights in which he was missing, lost in his own head or to sleep or to the regeneration energy. He needed to know how it was handled. Because Clara’s reactions were troubling, perhaps. If not troubling, concerning.
"Just a quick chat, then I’ll make m'self scarce.“
His gaze remained upon the floor for a few short moments, before he looked toward the lizard, if a tad accusingly. My, the new expressions did speak volumes.
