Clara wasn't really sure what she was expecting Troy's reaction would be. From what she had seen going on, it wasn't as if she'd been the only one lashing out for no reason whatsoever, but she still felt bad about it. Though of course he would have put it together, realised it wasn't really her. Or that, well, physically it was but the lashing out and anger wasn't so much. "Hugs. Hugs are good."
And they were. So she just returned the hug and took a breath. One relationship fixed... sort of? Maybe? She didn't know. But it seemed that Troy wasn't taking it to heart, which was the important thing. Goodness knew Clara would beat herself up for it enough as it were. He was Troy, not so much her cousin just... she didn't even know anymore. Stupid confusing dreams, even as she was now travelling with her dad as the Doctor..
"Yeah.."
She knew it wasn't her. Sure she kept some things to herself but usually when she was actually upset about something, she'd say it. But yes, for another day if necessary, not right now though. And after two verifications that he wasn't mad and didn't blame her, Clara went to make herself tea first before she'd go and get herself some yogurt. Then Troy was saying he'd marry the girl who could make fish fingers and custard to her apparent ability... well. Awkward and she just shook her head some before blinking and looking over at him at the question.
"Yeah. Not ready to fight anything that breathes. Bit exhausted because that level of anger is just..." It was almost to the level of the Daleks. Hating everything. She really didn't like that feeling. "Mostly just feel horrid for what I said and did. Also relieved I don't start classes until Wednesday so my students weren't subjected to it."