Clara's definitely a stranger to waking up in new places. Or at least new places that she doesn't choose for herself. With her last memory being a near death experience, she thinks that maybe this is the afterlife at first. Groggily coming to, she picks herself up and looks all around. And quickly decides that while a place like this could offer plenty of adventure, it's far too hot for her liking. But at least she's not alone.

Her eyes flicker over to the man nearby, and she gathers her skirts so she can start to walk down the incline.

"Can't tell you how many good stories have started that way," she smirks a little, before heading off. If he's curious about who she is or where she's going, he'll follow.

"Best not to stand there alone, though. Never know what might come looking for a bite, in a place like this!"