Clara gave Bad Wolf a sad little smile, because even if she thanked her for the age and gave her a thumbs up, she had a feeling that bad Wolf must have been one of the Doctors previous companions. She would know for sure if she got the first name. None the less, she knows how hard it has to be to realize that you are no longer traveling with the Doctor. At least, for Clara, she had some form of a choice in the matter, kind of.

For all she knows, the Doctor might be a bit of a liar when it came to his age (like some things in general) but he also might not know anymore. For a while she had even forgotten or got twisted up on what her own proper age should be. When you can run around in all of time and space, age seems like something one can forget.

She didn't say anything as the other two talked. She tried to hear it, but when it was time to move, she did, moving to climb over a flat piece and jump it over to another square. The flat piece from the other side lifted off the ground and was taken over to the little cage drop, landing loudly on top of their first one with a heavy clink. "Two down..." She said more to herself, hands on her hips and grinning.

"So, for the here and now, as confusing as all our lives seem to be, what do you think out chances are in winning this match?" She's at least a bit closer to them now, and able to hear them easier.