Or Troy could take the book she was reading out of her hands.
"Hey!"
It wasn't even like she was actually reading it, though. It was just a reflex reaction to someone taking something from her when she should be reading it. Though perhaps it didn't matter. Especially once he started rambling at her. And about how he could just read her mind, which hello invasion of privacy. They both knew why he didn't do it. Because of that very reason and the fact that it would be pushing a line that even Clara wouldn't put up with. Which then led into him ranting about John getting pieces of the TARDIS while he didn't. (And it bit him? Right then.)
"Maybe if you wish really hard."
Not that he wasn't. It was hard to tell why John was getting pieces of the TARDIS and Troy hadn't gotten any. Orange County was fickle like that. And she also didn't have much she could offer as solace, or room to say much else because there Troy was off again, talking about how she wasn't telling him what happened and how it was distracting him. How she was causing a silence. But finally there was a break in the rambling and Clara just quirked a brow.
"Can I speak now?"
And as it seemed that she could finally get a word in edge wise. Finally. Not that she'd been doing much talking before. But if Troy was just going to point fingers at her and say she was keeping him from doing something about the current situation (not to mention she'd already been trying to figure out how to tell him), she was going to get a word in edge wise.
"One," pointer finger up, "I'm only now able to actually talk for long periods of time. Two," and now with two fingers up to punctuate her point, "I'm fairly certain this is bleed over from someone else's dreams, meaning they probably have the means to stop this, not you." Which was hard for someone like the Doctor to accept, but honestly, it was true. Things happened here that they couldn't stop when it was bleed over, all they could do was wait and do their best to survive. Especially since Troy just said he didn't have the TARDIS or the Sonic Screwdriver, so then what? "And three? Maybe I just haven't been able to put it into words. Did you ever think of that?"
Sighing, Clara dropped her hand to her lap and stared out the window at the darkness and lightening.
"Tell me. If you had a friend who was bent on vengeance and executing their own brand of justice because the 'system failed', how it's their duty because the dreams showed them a singular path but they're convinced it's the only one... when you know it's wrong, what would you do?"
And she looked back at him. It wasn't straight forward, not really. But it was still getting to the heart of the issue. One, it had been a friend, and two? It was Clara standing up for what she believed in that had led to it. Absently, she rubbed her throat as speaking that much after a week of vocal rest was painful. Not like it had been before, when everything was raw. Just strained because of the effort and saying so much in one go.