"No, too long and they'll know for sure someone's inside," she agrees with him, thinking somewhat parallel to his own thought. But Clara nods and reaches out, gritting her teeth and holding a little tighter to Leia when they hit a pothole.

"We'll trade then, you need to be inside." She has no idea what to look for even if she doesn't want to agree about anything with him. "We'll sync timers on our phones." There, she'll be bossy instead.