Summary: Sometimes Clara thinks this version of the Doctor has his priorities all wrong.
Clara ducked as the creature slashed at her with a huge, hairy, razor-clawed paw. “Doctor! Do something!”
“I am! Don’t make such a fuss. You humans have no patience.” The Doctor continued fiddling with his sonic sunglasses as Clara darted behind a tree, trying to evade the alien that seemed intent on making her its next meal. “Just… keep distracting it. I’ve almost got this.”
“Distracting it? It wants to eat me!”
“Yes, quite, but I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. You wouldn’t taste very nice. It only eats plants and you’re not a plant.”