Clara's comfort is not as much of a surprise as it could have been. Even through the tears, she'd seen her set her bouquet down. (It only made her want to cry more, seeing that someone else was mourning him, because tears are stupid like that.) So that she doubled back around, and came to try and soothe her a little, it's not about to make her jump out of her skin. It's welcome. It's good, right now, to not feel completely alone in feeling this.

It's only after a loud sniffle and a moment taken to wipe her eyes that she realizes who it is, though. Clara Murphy? Really? She looks starstruck, then confused, and then manages a weak "...y-you knew him?"