"Friend? You're the first person here I've met here." Clara reaches her hand up to rub her head, but it does nothing more than to nudge the mouth of her costume just enough to cover her face. And she's quick to fix it.

... "So I don't think I'm lost unless The Doctor ran off." She sighs, as she looks around to see if she can find him anywhere. "...Again." But with this many people, it is proving difficult to spot him anywhere.

"But tell me about this supposed friend of mine."