She'd been putting on a brave front ever since her arrival, but honestly? Claire desperately missed her parents...and even her annoying little brother. She wished that she'd never been brought to this world, where people put collars on other people who had abilities. It was too disturbing, even if they were fugitives. Maybe some of them hadn't meant to kill people, and maybe even some of them were innocent. Claire wouldn't stop believing it was wrong...or being afraid that one of those collaring people would find out about her own ability and want to put one on her.
At the moment, she was wandering the city trying to find a job of some kind - maybe even do something like work in a comic book store, something she'd considered briefly back home. As she wandered slowly, sipping from a bottled water a familiar voice caused her to turn around, and she returned Methos' smile.