The distraction is welcome, because Clara could feel panic settling in that she isn't home to attend to broken robots. 'So many of them will be tossed... with no one there to fight for them to be saved...'

"Oh! Um..." Clara switches gears, humming a bit. "I live in the Underground where there's a whole bunch of mountains and snow. It's really cold." She adjusts her overcoat in emphasis. "People were sent down there to mine and then... the overcity closed the passage back up. That was long before I was born, though."