[The thing that's attacked Clara seems to be distracted, and Owen takes this opportunity to run to Clara's side, hooking his arms under hers and dragging her back in the sand. When he has her a fair distance away, he drops to his knees, pulling his shirt off and pressing it to her stomach. He wants to panic, but he knows that won't do her any good; luckily, years of experience as a doctor (and, more importantly, with Torchwood) mean that he's used to keeping a cool head in a crisis.]

It's okay, Clara. You're gonna be all right. I just need to get you back to the mansion, and then I'll get you stitched up, yeah?

[He's not sure whether he's trying to reassure her or reassure himself.]