"Oh." Claire looks a little apprehensive. She doesn't handle personal confrontation well. It's different when you're stopping a bad guy - she used to get in the middle of fights on the playground to get bullies to stop and never stopped to be scared until AFTER - but if someone just gets up in her face? Ugh. "Well, I hope that doesn't happen."

Claire bounces up a little on the balls of her feet, then rocks back on her heels - it's a nice, unassuming stim that she's very fond of when meeting new people. "Oh, well, since before I can remember, really," she says. "I always made Mom's papers fly all over the place when I wanted something. That's what she said, anyway."