[center]Honestly, she wasn’t so sure that he would answer the door - and really, she didn’t know what she was looking to accomplish by pounding on his door. All Clara knew was that she was terribly tired and she couldn’t get beyond that bothersome feeling that something was very, very wrong. The longer that the time had passed, the worse she’d felt about it. She couldn’t get herself to settle or go to sleep and even the wine didn’t help calm her nerves. There was nothing she could do to just simply relax and ignore it. Why the hell was she even bothering, anyway? Screw him - he really hadn’t done much for her save for that apology -- why would she even [i]care[/i]?

Her frustration was high while she banged on the door before her fist eventually met air and she had rested her attention on Kieran. Her eyes had narrowed, and quite frankly she looked furious. Even so, she tried to peer around him to see if Ryanair had still been around -- She’d only hoped he’d figured everything out and that would be it... 

Yet - as she eyed Kieran she could tell something was different. He stood there emotionless, not even showing signs of his usual exhaustion of her anger. Her arm dropped for a moment, unsure of what to say since she’d been so caught off guard by his appearance. The sudden movement behind her had her distracted, realizing Ryanair had, in fact, been in the room and had run off to the bathroom. Silently she wondered what the hell that was about before her glare returned back to Kieran. 

“...What the fuck is wrong with you?” She suddenly hissed, her hands balled into small fists. “Not that I give a shit, but it’s creeping everyone out.” A lie... 

Still, that emotionless expression was getting to her. Clara at least wanted a rise out of him, but she doubted she was going to get much of that. “Whatever - “ She continued, lifting her finger to point at his face. “I’m going to fucking figure it out - like it or not.” She barked again, and turned away from him to stomp back to her room to get dressed. Something was, in fact, wrong -- she just didn’t know where to begin... Maybe she needed to hear from Ryanair to figure out his take on it. [/center] [@Arista]