It was really quite bizarre to hear mooing coming from various people rather than from the cows he'd been tending earlier in the day. The gentle beasts would no doubt be similarly unnerved should they hear the humans trying to talk cow-speak. Clark had just finished putting feed out for the sheep when he decided to fly over to the bakery for a snack, and witnessed Donna's frustration which came with the mooing.
Paying Cath for his drink and brownies, he made his way around the building until he found the red haired Brit, offering her a wry little smile as he spoke very familiar words. "You know you really shouldn't smoke, Miss Noble. I know you can't talk but are you okay otherwise? You can just nod or shake your head. Or shoo me away if you'd prefer."