"I'm from Earth, originally." Clara distractedly responds as they work. It's mindless labor in some ways, but that doesn't make it bad. It just means that she has to pay close attention to her words, to keep her answers guarded. Before she might have blabbed on about Earth and her opinions of it, but now she keeps her answers close to her heart. "But home is anywhere I want it to be. Or was, before I woke up here."

She takes the time to pile his trilobite shell full of more dirt, before looking up at him. "What about you?"