Clara sat in the surprisingly comfy chair, staring at the nearest control panel without really seeing it; she was too consumed in her own, thoughts. How on Earth does he only have one chair?! In the whole of the TARDIS there was one chair and a flimsy one at that, do Time Lords not need to sit down or something? Then again I've never seen him sit still for more than one minute so it's not really that surprising.
Her somewhat entertaining train of thought was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of The Doctor muttering agitatedly in the next room. Clara chuckled inwardly at the eccentrics of her new found friend. Then her thoughts took a decidedly more pleasant turn. They moved away from ridiculing the Time Lord's lack of chairs and inability to sit still towards pondering the unusual but not unpleasant size of said Time Lord's chin. Clara couldn't help but smile fractionally; it really was an excellent chin, the way it was just there, underneath his mouth, being all chinny. I wonder if everyone notices his chin, she wondered, it's certainly very noticeable.
It was then that two things happened; one was that Clara realised she was blushing, the other was that The Doctor decided to abandon the piece of fruit he was messing with and utterly failing to turn into a sonic banana and see what Clara was up to. The end result was that Clara blushed at the exact moment that The Doctor walked in the room. After a few moments of unbelievably awkward silence The Doctor remembered why he's abandoned the sonic fruit of doom in the first place.
"So..." The Doctor drew the word out for what was surely much longer than was strictly necessary under the code of conduct for breaking awkward silences.
"So indeed" Clara jumped on the chance to put a stop to her traitorous thoughts once and for all.
"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing almost desperately at the many control panels as if one of them had a button for removing awkwardness from a situation.
"Definitely"