A slight smile was given as Troy mentioned not liking fish fingers and custard, that it was the Doctor who did, because really, she had to wonder who would eat that willingly. And it wasn't even like she didn't understand the idea of different personalities fighting for dominance, she had just gotten lucky in that she'd been pulled from the Time Stream, that she was 'put back together'.
"Yeah, I know. I remember Oswin. Clara Oswin, all of them..." It was one of the few times she actually spoke about that time in March. Mostly because she didn't like thinking about it. It was unnerving and she had been so lost and convinced she was losing her mind. It was part of why she was so adamant that while you shouldn't just give into them, you couldn't exactly run from the dreams because that made it worse. It was why she believed in the ability to make choices. Because even as them, even with those personalities taking hold, slip of the tongue situations, they had never really made her question a decision.
Then again, the whole point of them had been enough to save the Doctor. The recipe. Either way, she remembered all too well those weeks of struggling and feeling like she wasn't real, where her reflection had been faded.
"Well, it's always nice to know I do some good in this world." She smirked because trying to lighten the mood. But it was something that their paths crossed, that they were so integral to one another despite the differences in their life experiences here and in the dreams.
Or.. he could mention that he didn't look at her as his cousin anymore.... that just made the emotions she had long since realised more complicated. Especially as she was dreaming of Danny, had (at least in the dreams) moved on from them, then again she hadn't had much choice between realisation and regeneration happening at the same time. "I mean technically it was more than twice... but I understand. Maybe it should be odd but I'd be just as odd."
Being hugged, Clara sighed because of course Troy would have followed the conversation and seen what had caused the one fight. She wasn't surprised, though maybe she was that her dad had even spoken about it. That was still something she didn't know how to process and so she was just going to figure it out later. "I like to think you would have done something different as well." Though now she didn't know. It was all very confusing.
Once released, Clara sipped her tea and nodded at the comment that it was terrifying and being glad it was over.
"Me too. That much anger..." And she just shuddered. Because there really were no words for that anger and the ties to the Daleks, the memories that sometimes gave her nightmares when she wasn't having a new dream and new adventure.