[ Claire doesn't resist him checking her hand. Better not to put up a fight. She's stubborn, but Dean Winchester is old man kinds of stubborn - she knows she'd lose. Some windmills you just don't tilt at. ]

Doctors are useful. You know, for people who put their fists through mirrors, thinking of no one in particular.

[ She flashes a brief grin, humourless, and then purses her lips. ]

Coulson, huh. When you say death by a thousand cuts... he okay?

[ 'cause that old man is of the good sort. Claire'd hate for him to get hurt. ]

No mark. Pyjamas and boxer shorts all over the place, though. Guess everyone got to go dressed for a slumber party...