Newcomers

Clara sat awkwardly, still trying to cover up her sitting form as nude women moved around her. Some were running outside. Other, less built for hunting, stayed in.

"What's happening?" Clara said, awkwardly shifting to move closer to one of the women staying behind.

"Them," she said darkly.

Them?

Wait, she vaguely remembered something like that. The caveman that had ended up bringing her here had asked if she was 'us or them.' Some rival tribe, perhaps? These people had some, admittedly simple, concept of enemies.

Great. Which meant the shouts and clash outside was the sound of a battle; things just got worse and worse. Hanging around might not have been the best choice.

Those who were suited for battle went out of the tent. Those whose skills were in other areas stayed back, waiting for 'Them' to leave. Clara lingered with them, still flushed, keeping her arms crossed over her chest.

And then someone barrelled through the tent. One of the women that had been left behind on guard charged him, knocking him to the floor.

Wait, that was one of Them? He didn't look any different. And-

Oh god, she was going to kill him. That realisation quickly swept through Clara; it wasn't like cavepeople would playfight on this scale.

"W-wait!" she squeaked, not sure what had possessed her.

She just couldn't watch someone die!

Both the woman protecting 'Us' and the man from 'Them' looked at her sharply, then looked at each other, apparently surprised they'd both reacted.

Clara squealed, suddenly aware that everyone was staring at her. She shifted her hands.

"He doesn't need to die! I- probably too soon to invent prisons I guess. Um," Clara blushed deeper. "Look, what did he do?"

"He Them," the woman said. The man growled.

"You Us?" the man said, to Clara. "You here. Why?"

"I'm no one," Clara said, to him. The woman looked at her strangely.

Wait a second...

"Do.. do you not understand each other?" Clara said.

"He them," the woman said. "Like animal."

The man echoed the same sentiment. Clara would almost have grinned if she wasn't still naked, and still the centre of attention. Apparently travelling with the Doctor was rubbing off on her.

It figured; primitive minds, poor ability with concepts, seeing someone that looked similar but thinking they couldn't speak likely would make them seem like little more than wild animals.

Somehow she still had a connection to the TARDIS though, the translator apparently working overtime to keep her speaking both languages.

"You can both understand me, right?" Clara said, flushing still under so many eyes. "Look, uh, nod if you agree- uh, that's, move your chin to your chest. And watch the other do that. See? No animal, all good, no need to fight. Right?"

Slowly, the two pushed away from each other, eyeing one another uncertainly. And, thankfully, that act drew the eyes away from Clara.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, she'd saved someone. That was... good, hopefully.

And then the woman's gaze turned back to Clara, sizing her up. Oh god.