Handshake done, Claire's hand retreats back to her body, arms wrapped tightly around herself against the cold and wind.

"A few are staying near the rear, I think, for stragglers," she says with a glance back, but visibility is so low she can hardly make out what's behind them. "It's the sides that are the problem."

She's been keeping an eye on her own for the most part, but even now she's lost sight of them, too. But there's a comfort in knowing they're (probably) wise enough to stick together while she makes sure others are all right.