What's next?

Through the fence

It was the sound of a bell that made Clara's decision for her- the ringing that told her it was break time and all the students were about to come flooding out of their classrooms, with no way for her to avoid being seen. She pulled back into the dark alley, and made her way to the fence at the end.

The robot had cut through some of the fence before she had interrupted it; the gap was not big enough for the bulky machine to get through but Clara thought she should be able to make it. Pulling the wires further apart with her hands, she ducked her head and shoulders in, then one leg, and that was when she was jerked to a halt.

"What...?" Clara initially thought that someone, maybe the robot, had grabbed her, but she soon realised it was the edges of the wires snagging on the straps of her bra. She tried to reach around and unhook herself, but halfway through the fence put her in an awkward position and she could not get her hands anywhere near where she was stuck.

"This is one of my favourite bras." Clara sighed, before jerking herself forwards and free.

When she tumbled onto the gravel floor on the other side Clara was relieved that the cups of the bra were still cradling her breasts, but as she stood up again she found they were not holding firmly and a quick examination told her the back strap had been snapped in two. She could use her hands to hold the bra in place but that would be impractical, so she had to hope it could stay more or less in place and was thankful her breasts were firm enough to not need much support. Clara also realised her tights had been laddered and torn in several places from her trip through the fence.

"This thing had better be worth it." Clara muttered as she walked towards the building ahead of her, "Like, a universe-ending threat."

That was, of course, ignoring what a young schoolteacher wearing nothing but ripped underwear and a determined expression could hope to do against a universe-ending threat.