Quicklog: Claire B/Charles X
[After the new from Dr. Banner, Claire had thought things over for a long time. Finally, she made her decision: she'd stay, and try to help. If she could. But she'd have to be careful. And if she wasn't, well...someone else should know what was going on. She stood outside his study for ten full minutes before knocking softly. In her hand was a napkin holding two cookies she'd baked earlier that morning; baking, when not for school, had always been something she did when worried, when she needed to think. She got that from her adoptive mom. After she knocked, Claire called through the door softly, despite the fact that he likely knew exactly who it was.]
Professor - Charles? It's Claire. I...need to talk to you.