[ Pausing in any sense of the word would only make her retract the steps that she's taken, so Claire doesn't, plunging ahead without looking back. She feels color rise in her cheeks, strangely, but chalks it up to adrenaline. Not exactly having an intimate familiarity with the immediate area, she scoots her chair back a little and balances her palms on her knees. ]
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I need something sharp.
[ Noah, somewhere, is going to kill her. ]