[ Clara gives that the quiet pause it deserves before clearing her throat. ]

I wouldn't have known what to say if I wasn't dead too, so lucky, that.

[ She offers a lopsided smile and a one-shouldered shrug. ] Technically dead, I guess. Just hasn't happened yet. Should we start a boat gang? Like West Side Story. Dunno which set of ghosts would be the Sharks, but I feel like it'd be us, right? Water-themed at all.

[ Clara realizes she's rambling, but doesn't really tell people and he's the first one she's said it out loud to on the ship. And as for the mirror things: she’s going with ghosts. ]