[ She shows up sometime later, long enough not to have been rushing but quickly enough to be prompt. By now she's gotten used to letting herself in down here, and no one seems as surprised as they had been initially to see something bright and generally smiling slip down to someone equal parts her opposite. Claire has wrapped the sandwich in something resembling wax paper that she found in one of the kitchen drawers on their floor, and although she's as unsure as ever what the meat is actually made of, it tastes fine by her own standards. It is, of course, a very tasty sandwich, and she's managed to procure some coffee as well.
The image of her doing this strikes her as odd only as long as it takes her to get down to the borrowed labs. After that Claire doesn't feel anything about it at all, the same way she would about doing anything else that she has done a handful of times. It isn't routine, but it isn't foreign, and when she's in sight, she offers a wave to dispel anything that might indicate her awkwardness. Which, in turn, might make her look a little more awkward, but she thinks she does alright. ]
I found coffee, too. I'm made of packed lunches today.
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The image of her doing this strikes her as odd only as long as it takes her to get down to the borrowed labs. After that Claire doesn't feel anything about it at all, the same way she would about doing anything else that she has done a handful of times. It isn't routine, but it isn't foreign, and when she's in sight, she offers a wave to dispel anything that might indicate her awkwardness. Which, in turn, might make her look a little more awkward, but she thinks she does alright. ]
I found coffee, too. I'm made of packed lunches today.