#irvle

"Oi!"  The man -- a total stranger -- was just walking through the snow, definitely not dressed for it, as thought he didn't even feel the cold. Clara's shout went unacknowledged but she wasn't comfortable leaving it at just that. She picked up her crimson skirts and ran after him, boots over icy cobblestone. It was a miracle she didn't slip and break something but she was determined and every time she almost lost her footing, she gave a small leap forward to help her get it back again. It was nearly impossible to catch up to him but eventually there she was, slowing down and taking deep breaths, walking alongside him.  "You're a hard man to catch, eh? So what're you doing, wanderin' about in the cold? You could catch your death." Amber eyes bright and concerned; nose and cheeks rosy from the nipping cold. Her chest heaved with her panting breaths and she rested her hands on her waist. "You walk fast."

Clara had no idea where she was or why there were at least sixteen figures  pointing  guns  in her direction. She  slowly  held  up  her  hands;  maybe she shouldn't have  stepped  out  of  the TARDIS   so   quickly.   The   ship,   apparently having sensed some great danger, was  in  the process  of  dematerializing  and  was  quickly gone,   leaving   Clara    behind.    Of    course.         "Who are you? Where am I?"