Claire didn't miss the direction he looked or the expression on his face, which told her this was exactly what she should be doing. He was only eleven, he didn't need to spend all his time worrying, even if there was something to worry about.
"Nope, my dad is covering me now, not later," she said, wriggling her fingers in a wave at Noah at the front desk, "so I can run errands. You're coming with."
The tone left no room for argument and she gave another tug, pulling him to his feet.