Nope

Flushed a bright red, Clara nervously tried to creep away, slow steps to avoid breaking any twigs. Ok, she could hide behind that tree, then that one...

Nervous, she glanced back; oh god, he was right there! She quickened slightly, darting out of sight, hoping he hadn't seen her ass.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Clara swallowed.

"You!" the caveman said again.

Monosyllabic. Great. Hopefully he was just wondering about her earlier, hopeful shout, he hadn't actually seen-

And then he rounded the tree. Clara shrieked, arms moving from desperately clutching the tree to trying to cover herself.

He yelped in turn, caught off-guard by her yell. Her cheeks burned; at the glimpse of a flint knife in his hand, albeit not a raised one, she didn't dare run.

"Who you?" he said.

"Clara," she squeaked.

"Clar-ah," he enunciated. "Us or Them?"

"What?" she said, voice still high. "Look, I'm no one, I'm new here, just let me get back to my camp and I'll leave you alone ok?"

He regarded her. Great, judging by his so-far displayed level of thinking, she'd probably overcomplicated matters.

"Hey, eyes up here mister," she said as his gaze dipped down. He looked back up again, curious.

"You, come," he said.

"Wh-what?" Clara said.

"You, come," he said. "Us."

Apparently the TARDIS translator wasn't much help with filling in the gaps of underdeveloped languages. Hell, he might not have the thoughts to be translated into anything more elaborate.

Nervously, Clara shifted away from the tree, arms still over herself. He gestured with his knife-bearing hand.

There was no way he was going to let her walk behind him was there? She whimpered softly, then started walking the way he'd gestured, down the river, further and further away from her only items of clothing.

And all the while bared her ass to him.

If she could have gotten any redder, she would have when they suddnely came upon another, larger clearing. This one definitely seemed man-made judging by the hide-tents that filled it, but it came on so suddenly that Clara barely had any time to react, adjusting her arms over her body and squealing at the countless cave- men and women that were suddenly staring at her.

And apparently that was a misnomer because there was no cave in sight, she was naked in broad daylight in front of all of them. She whimpered, squirming on the spot.

She glanced back nervously, not sure what to expect. Her guide, meanwhile was giving a primitive kind of grin.

He wasn't even waving his knife. Come to think of it, he hadn't used it at all, save to gesture with his preferred hand. Wait, was that a threat, or did he just think he was helping her? A woman alone in the woods, helpfully taken to 'us.'

Oh god, and she didn't have a clue what path they'd taken. Her campsite, her dress were who-knew where.