He hasn't talked to Claire much, but they know each other in that passing way roommates who vaguely are aware of each other know each other. They both live at the boarding house, and even when someone's trying to stay to themselves, it's impossible not to notice each other. Still. She's a good kid, near as he could tell, and probably lived the kind of fucked up life that would make life as a Hargreeves be easy to assimilate into.

"I'm an addict, I love sex, and I can talk to the dead." He lists each thing off on his fingers, "Nothing helps me." Which is why he hates feeling like he's living a horror movie, okay? He's screwed, no matter how you slice it.