[ It's weirdly not an uncomfortable silence, but it isn't exactly bubbling over with comfort either. Claire uses the time presented to her to study his map more closely, as if staring at it for longer than it takes to recognize that it's comprised of lines and made with pencil will somehow bestow upon her the ability to comprehend it on any sort of practical level.
His question catches her off-guard long enough for her to blink back at him twice, unsure of her own answer as much as she is her own desire. Again, the uncertainty related to sharing and just how much she wants creeps in. He hasn't given her much, though she's guessed on her own, and Claire hasn't offered much in turn - he thought she was fire resistant - but she doesn't believe in evening the playing field that way. She blinks down and fiddles with the crackling sandwich paper. ]
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His question catches her off-guard long enough for her to blink back at him twice, unsure of her own answer as much as she is her own desire. Again, the uncertainty related to sharing and just how much she wants creeps in. He hasn't given her much, though she's guessed on her own, and Claire hasn't offered much in turn - he thought she was fire resistant - but she doesn't believe in evening the playing field that way. She blinks down and fiddles with the crackling sandwich paper. ]
I'm not sure if I'd like what I'd find.
[ Confirmations, mostly. ]