Clara goes pale and a little shaky at the strange crunch-splat sound of the thing's skull collapsing. She had mostly known about what Alex was theoretically capable of, but to have it demonstrated on something that's vaguely human is...well, not the biggest shock of the day, but is definitely up there (somewhere after seeing Alex alive and relatively well and having a monster break through the window, but before having a teenager come to the rescue and taking shelter in a creepy abandoned house).
"I'm fine," Clara murmurs in that tone that says I'm not really fine. Nothing about this is fine as she clings to the hand Alex has placed on her's as she clutches to the hockey stick with her other hand. It isn't a total lie, at least, considering that she's completely fine physically. But being physically fine doesn't change the fact that her mind is racing and her heart's pounding and she's completely terrified of what might come through the window next. Enough to the point that she almost forgets about their teenaged intruder/rescuer.
That is, until the kid speaks. It takes a moment for his question to pierce through the fog in her head that's been brought on by seeing Alex crush a probably-living nightmare creature's skull with his foot like it was nothing more than a bug in their kitchen. But once it does, something lights up in her eyes that's a mix of anger, disappointment, and a pinch of sadness that might be a little bit closer to grief.
"He's a person," Clara says in a way that's almost weary, like she's had this conversation a million times and will probably have to keep having it with people who are close to total strangers. She isn't exactly denying it, considering she's well aware of the fact that the proper thing to say is that he's technically a cyborg. It's one of those words that she still struggles to mentally link to Alex. "More importantly, he's my husband," she points out, as if that might make him stop thinking about doing whatever has come to mind that brought that curious look onto his face.
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"I'm fine," Clara murmurs in that tone that says I'm not really fine. Nothing about this is fine as she clings to the hand Alex has placed on her's as she clutches to the hockey stick with her other hand. It isn't a total lie, at least, considering that she's completely fine physically. But being physically fine doesn't change the fact that her mind is racing and her heart's pounding and she's completely terrified of what might come through the window next. Enough to the point that she almost forgets about their teenaged intruder/rescuer.
That is, until the kid speaks. It takes a moment for his question to pierce through the fog in her head that's been brought on by seeing Alex crush a probably-living nightmare creature's skull with his foot like it was nothing more than a bug in their kitchen. But once it does, something lights up in her eyes that's a mix of anger, disappointment, and a pinch of sadness that might be a little bit closer to grief.
"He's a person," Clara says in a way that's almost weary, like she's had this conversation a million times and will probably have to keep having it with people who are close to total strangers. She isn't exactly denying it, considering she's well aware of the fact that the proper thing to say is that he's technically a cyborg. It's one of those words that she still struggles to mentally link to Alex. "More importantly, he's my husband," she points out, as if that might make him stop thinking about doing whatever has come to mind that brought that curious look onto his face.