[Clara wonders if his discussion about his glasses are somehow a metaphor. But Newt doesn't usually speak in those, unless he's being very obvious about it. So clearly, he's just sick of his glasses always easily breaking. She makes a note to ask Viv to get him a new pair or two once they're on the station. Some options he can wear and have an easier time with.

For now though, she tries to make herself weigh as little as possible. It's hard not to feel bad that he's struggling, when he's just carrying her around town like she's a princess who can't let her feet touch the dirty ground.]

I can't even tell you about my goal this time. I can't tell anyone about it, or I don't think it'll count.

[There's a pause, and she finds herself pouting.]

I want a bad dare for a goal. I never get the bad dares.