[Clara arches an eyebrow and resists the urge to question if he's 6 or 36, complaining about vegetables like that. But she doesn't, because something on him has caught her attention. She doesn't hesitate to reach right out and grab at his wrist so she can tug his arm over to her.
Yeah he probably wants to eat and probably enjoys personal space, but Clara is ignoring both of those things for now so she can get a good look at his tattoos.]
You really didn't strike me as the sort to have this many.
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Yeah he probably wants to eat and probably enjoys personal space, but Clara is ignoring both of those things for now so she can get a good look at his tattoos.]
You really didn't strike me as the sort to have this many.
[A pause, and then -]
Are there more?