"Hush. I know the history. The day is about spending time with family and reflecting on what you're thankful for now. Or so they say. And there's nothing wrong with that." And that was all there was to say on the matter. Honestly, sometimes she was convinced her dad would say things like that just to be contrary. Besides, the door was being answered which meant hopefully the conversation was put to an end.
Only for them to be met with a sword and soon a gun. Oh bloody hell. Laughing nervously and in a way to alleviate the tension as she heard what sounded like her dad being called Cardinal, Clara interjected herself in between the three men despite being significantly shorter than all of them, hands up in mock surrender.
"Are those really necessary? I mean, I know he's a grumpy Scotsman, but this feels a bit excessive don't you think? Or is it some sort of Thanksgiving tradition we don't know about?"
You knew you spent too much time around the Doctor when your reaction to such a thing was to try and break the mood with rambling. Even so, she did shoot a look over her shoulder as if to ask her dad what did you do? before turning her attention back to Athos and D'Artagnan. She knew how her dad was about swords and guns and she had no idea just what this was going to lead to. So. Breaking the mood, trying to talk down. It's what she did after all.