[ Ah - cussing with a british accent. Her favourite kind lately. Claire grimaces and follows the sound of rummaging until she finds John.
She's padding around the place barefoot right now, in pyjama pants and a tank top. Her hair is still sleep-mussed and she looks pissed off - but what is new about that look on Claire's face, to be honest? In her left, she's dragging a fire poker along. Her right arm is wrapped loosely around her middle, but it looks like there's scraps of white cloth wrapped around that hand, with red stains on them. ]
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She's padding around the place barefoot right now, in pyjama pants and a tank top. Her hair is still sleep-mussed and she looks pissed off - but what is new about that look on Claire's face, to be honest? In her left, she's dragging a fire poker along. Her right arm is wrapped loosely around her middle, but it looks like there's scraps of white cloth wrapped around that hand, with red stains on them. ]
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