{The Doctor was really starting to become impatient. Continuously glancing down at his watch - as if he wasn’t standing in the middle of a time machine - he huffed when Clara finally came out. But then he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips.}
“Ah, perfect. You look proper beau - Wonderful, really! Let’s go then. D’you like my bowler hat?”

‘right.'
{yes she was smiling just a bit at the doctor’s approval. it meant something to her. she walked a bit closer and acted like she was examining and nodded}
'yeah. it looks good. goes well with the suit.’