[Just when Claire thinks she can't feel more tired, it's the tiny living space that's the final nail in the coffin of fatigue. She's slept in hovels and tents and on cots in the mud without knowing when she'd get an actual bed, but the living space provided here just drags something in her chest further down into her gut. Despair, maybe, is that feeling. All she wants to do is get rid of the damn patch that helpfully informs anyone that happens to look that her hobbies include medicine, time travel, and lying, and go plant herself next to the pods that contain her loved ones.
But that's not helpful, is it?
So, when she hears footsteps, she spins around from where she'd been inspecting the state of the stove and checking if it actually works. Regardless of whether it's Steve or Peggy, it's a familiar face. Funny, that.]
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But that's not helpful, is it?
So, when she hears footsteps, she spins around from where she'd been inspecting the state of the stove and checking if it actually works. Regardless of whether it's Steve or Peggy, it's a familiar face. Funny, that.]
Oh.
[This might not be as terrible as she thought.]
Hello.