Clara doesn't pull herself to her feet. She would love to, but she isn't quite ready to get that far upright yet. Instead, she manages to pull herself up to her knees, her breathing shaky between her screaming, sobbing, and Venus's attempt to strangle her.

All she's trying to do right now is mentally regather herself. It's obvious that Alex didn't listen to her and, as awful as it may be, she can't quite bring herself to care. Sure, she doesn't want Venus to die (or, more importantly, for Alex to be what the Capitol wants him to be) because of her, but if it ends up happening, she wouldn't exactly shed a tear right now.

She stays on her hands and knees until she hears the crack-shatter of Alex's visor and Venus's baseball bat connecting. Something inside her springs to life from that sound. She quickly crawls over to the cabinet her knife fell under and, using her eyeless side at first out of instinct before turning her head so she's looking with her left eye instead, grabs the knife and climbs to her feet.

Clara isn't sure whether she's being fueled by fear or adrenaline or rage, but as soon as she feels steady on her feet she quickly rushes over to the fray, raising the knife so it's at the back of Venus's neck. "You touch him one more time, and you won't live to regret it."