[ Claire draws her legs up to unlace and then remove each boot individually. The first drops with a well-placed thud, perfect for punctuation. ]

Yeah. That was one way of shaking them out of it. [ Her boot tries to decide whether or not it's going to remain upright or topple over. It chooses the latter. Claire starts on the next, barely thinking about Erik or Odessa; trying not to, at least. She doesn't say anything until the other boot has been worked off of her foot and is poised to disappear to the floor. ] Eventually the telepaths - or, angels? I don't know - managed to figure out how to break through without, you know... needing to kill anyone.

[ Once her shoes are removed, she leans back against the wall, covering a yawn with her fingers and drawing up her knees until her heels are flush with the mattress. ]