Clara had made certain to hide the few possessions that might give her away by storing them deep within her laptop bag. The neural block might be dead for all she knew, but the sunglasses &mash; oh they were still working. She'd been using them since she and Ashildr took off for parts unknown. Heading to Gallifrey the long way. She wondered how long it had been for him, since the neural block, and what he'd been doing. Had he gone on to be a Doctor and not vengeful? Did he still feel the hole where she'd been and ache for it? For her?
"Yeah. A Heart Stopper." She looked up, having spotting him well before he came to the table. That blasted guitar brought a smile to her face. "Figured when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Irony here was that her heart was not beating. "It hasn't stopped mine."