[ Maybe by like a lap, Claire thinks and turns her head to peer at him dubiously. It's shortlived, following his question, and Claire eventually turns her head to look at the ceiling, showing him her profile while studying the exact spot overhead paneling turns into wall. ]

I honestly don't really know how I feel. I feel weird saying I'm anything less than fine. [ Her response provokes a wince, and she inclines her head to indicate disagreement even with the words that are coming out of her own mouth. ] I should be fine. I am fine. I don't have an issue with what I can do, in theory. I mean, obviously I'm glad for it a lot of the time, but it's - it's been a really long time since I've felt that useful, like I could really do something here, to help people, and how messed up is it that I had to let two people kill me in order to do it and didn't even think twice about it? I practically raised my hand.

[ She laughs, a little, but there isn't really any amusement inherent in the sound. Everything after flows like water from a tap. ]

It was Erik and that woman Odessa that I ran into. Well, Odessa we ran into. Erik I volunteered to help with. And it was so just - I've been shot and blown up, electrocuted. All of it never really mattered. But a lot of this felt so distinctly personal, even if it wasn't directed at me specifically, and if it didn't feel like it was personal then it was just these hyper levels of... I don't know. Violence. I've never been pushed that hard. I was exhausted afterward. I wasn't afraid, but Erik literally ripped me apart. People aren't just supposed to walk away from that and be okay with it, but I did and I am, and it is what it is and that's all there ever is to it. I can't be pissed off at either of them for what happened. I'm just... I'm fine.

[ There's no room left for anger anyway. ]