[She'll never sleep if she doesn't at least check on her family. So, Claire's here, flashlight in hand. She's already stopped by Bree, her face still as ever beneath the glass, and every pod she's passed in her walk all seem to be functioning. As best she can tell, anyway.
There's a very definitive pause when she comes across Jim--no, not Steve--and she offers him an unconvincing smile.]
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There's a very definitive pause when she comes across Jim--no, not Steve--and she offers him an unconvincing smile.]
No Natha in this neck of the woods, I presume.