Point.

I've probably talked to trees before. Think I have. Mostly I was just looking for an excuse not to keep talking to myself.

[Clara watches the other figure step out from the shadows. She was certain that the woman had always been there, perhaps simply in another form. Naturally, she pushes her weight onto the back of her heels in case she has to whip around and make a run for it. But even still, she stands firm and looks the native in the eye.]

I've been looking for you. But I figure you already know that.