“Mostly just that I’d rather be home than here, even with someone trying to hurt me or my family on a fairly regular basis.” Claire gave a small shrug, starting to walk again when Methos fell in beside her. “I’m really not liking this place very much. Everyone’s kind of…I don’t know. Looking at it all like it’s just black and white. You know?” Light blue eyes shifted to look up at him. “Did you hear about what they’re doing to people? Putting collars on them.”