It did seem strange that Troy didn't have his screwdriver, though given the random things she'd received, it seemed that sometimes there was no rhyme or reason to it at all. What came through, what one dreamt. It was all just... something that happened. Her items tended to correlate to the dreams. The 101 Places to See or the ring she now wore on a chain around her neck, or the red dress of Oswin's. Those weren't as complicated as a sonic screw driver, though.
As Troy flopped onto her bed, Clara leaned back on her bed as well so that they were on even ground.
"Yeah? I"m not too surprised he'd figure it out." Time Lord as well and all. He too was the Doctor. What did that even mean for the family? It was confusing. And there were a handful of them there that dreamt of the same place, of similar things. People she saw in passing as an echo. Their own adventures. "Not sure on that front though."
And then... well, that was awkward. She tensed some as Troy mentioned that he knew about Samuel. She could feel him watching her as he mentioned him, jaw set before she relaxed some and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to herself.
"Makes it real."
And that was all there really was to it. She didn't talk about it because to talk about it made it real. To talk about it meant that there would never be a day she'd get an email or a Skype call, or that he'd come back to her.
"One more person just..." Shaking her head to banish the thoughts, even though the fear of loss and not being in control to save those she loved was always there in her mind.
"I can just imagine, 'So I was proposed to by an emperor who ruled seven universes after helping to keep a moon from being blown up in the face of a Cyberman attack." That was a safer dream for the most part as opposed to the echo selves, the dying, the near dying.