"That sounds like a force. I remember Clara, Ashildr," Thirteen said. Her words are simple, direct. She's not sure if this should be her usual style, but she also doesn't want another Clara.

She doesn't react otherwise. Younger selves? Maybe its one of those adventures. As is, she's never once ran into this face as far as she can remember. If it was one of those, it was best to let it run its course. It worked out, whatever it was. She certainly trusted herself than Me. Especially a Me who didn't ask for help.

So she picked another pile and started to search through it.