Clara turns in the direction of the sudden touch, understanding about what the man was telling her dawning upon her face without a trace of shame. Instead she smiles, taking him for one of the peacekeepers who had escorted her here, and slips a hand behind the crook of his arm without pause. Was it time to go already?

"There's no need to watch right now," she informs him airily as she steps in beside him, settling a hand over the one she had used to gently take his arm before he'd had a chance to offer it. Her head tips slightly as she regards him for a moment, a wisp of hair spinning free of her coiffure secured with combs of glass and crystal. "No deaths will occur tonight."