She heard the other two talking about siblings and such. She was an only child. Crouching down on her square, feet level and hugging her knees she balanced there, skirt tucked and leggings warm. "Nine! That's so many." She called back, grinning. "I'm an only child, but I was a teacher for a while." She said it happily, watching as the others moved with no problems. A piece moved on the board each time one of them did.

The question of time made her pause, trying to think. "Oh, um... I was born Earth, nineteen eighty six. Last time I was home was two thousand... fifteen? Yes, I think that was it. But like you said, nothing is in order with the Doctor."

And to the boy who asked if there are others, Clara just smiled an almost secret smile. There were others, but some of them were lost. The Doctor had said he was the only one, but he wasn't. Not when he had companions, no matter who they were. Not when his home was alive out there somewhere, even if it was hidden. "Oh, you know how time travelers are. They might be gone, but most of the time they come back. In their own time."

She noticed none of the pieces were moving yet though. "I think we have to command them." She said, moving to stand again. Now that each of them have moved out, the blondes idea wasn't so bad. "Let's do what Bad Wolf said, and fill in behind us, but make sure we don't remove all the pieces from the back line." She said, and pointed to one behind her, telling it to move where she had been. To her great pleasure, it moved, sliding across the board to take up her old spot.