No matter how many times Clara wiped the water from her the visor of her helmet, the rainwater simply continued to flow and either way she wasn't winning: if it stayed outside the helmet it kept the steel chilled and helped her freeze within the full set of it, and if it went inside it flowed down towards her collar and crept inside her armor, making her colder again and directly uncomfortable. It wasn't the discomfort that bothered her - for as inconvenient as it was, discomfort was easily solved through discipline and will, both of which an ideal Templar had in abundance - but the effects of the cold: a cold body moved slower, ached through its movements, had restricted ranges of motion and even sensory feedback, which could all spell disaster in one way or another. After uttering thanks for her Frostback heritage, probably the only reason she hadn't become a statue a few kilometers back, she looked at her companion, Nolan, longingly for a moment as she came to desire attire a bit more like his; she shook her head until she returned to her senses and trudged on, focusing on the journey.

Clara visibly flinched at the sudden explosion. By near-instinct, she raised her left arm to bring her shield to bear as she grasped her sword's hilt and hastily drew it from the scabbard with a telltale rasp, bringing it to the ready. After looking about to evaluate their immediate safety, Clara turned to face Nolan as she eased her stance somewhat.
[color=#2E64FE]"Think that might've been the Templars saving us all the trouble?"[/color] punted Nolan, in a rather optimistic quip about the situation. Clara let out something of a scoff.
[color=00aeef]"I wouldn't trust renegades to be so thoughtful."[/color] she quipped back, content with the small bit of humor. After the long and cold walk here, a bit of morale-boosting wasn't unappreciated; she knew full well that morale won and lost battles of all sorts, and the jests weren't detrimental by any stretch.

As Clara walked through the cave system, she deliberately walked close to Nolan's fireball as she could in a bid to defrost her plate armor, which proved a bit difficult considering how close he held it to himself. Detecting the renegades long before Nolan, she let him trip over the first corpse as she broke away as far as the light allowed to go about examining the corpses - and discreetly stripping them of their lyrium. 
[color=#2E64FE]"It would appear someone's taking our job - Clara."[/color] Nolan commented as Clara concluded her investigations on another one of the corpses and came to stand and face him.
[color=00aeef]"That makes it much more complex than I'd like it to be."[/color] she replied with a sigh, [color=00aeef]"I don't recall anybody else being sent to dispatch the renegades from our conversation with the Knight-Captain..."[/color] With her sword and shield still in hands, she continued alongside Nolan and his fire.

As Nolan and Clara came upon the two responsible for the cave-in, Clara took a few steps in front of Nolan and brought her shield to bear, with her sword lingering at her side in no particular state of readiness but very much still at hand - preparing to front any immediate damage if it would come to blows, for Nolan to prepare counterattacks. 
As Nolan spoke, she simply stood to, staring down the two figures through the visor of her helmet.