[ She stores the space Tupperware in the back of the fridge somewhere so that anyone who comes across it might be less likely to steal it before she can do that herself and kicks the dishwasher door shut with the heel of her foot and decides that's all a job very well done. Never having investigated the effects of not sleeping on her particular blood type, Claire has no interest in getting started anytime soon. ]

All part of my master plan. [ She says while walking alongside him down the hallway. This one is blissfully free of encroaching darkness or murals that reach out to her. No archways, either; at least, none of the same architecture that they encountered in the halls. ] While you're passed out, I'm just gonna come back down here and steal the rest of that stew.

[ Oh, look, a door. Behind that door is a bed she plans on faceplanting on just as soon as she can get her shoes off. ]