Topher? Let something go? Please, she should've known him better than that. "Echo?" He scoffed, "What does she need? Last week she spent three hours playing with scissors." He walked quickly to keep up with Claire, who seemed determined to get away from him. A couple of months ago, he wouldn't have cared. A couple months ago, though, he hadn't been stuck here, ripped away from everything that made him, him. As much as he hated to admit it, Claire was one of the last things that tied him home. Briefly, he thought about what he'd do if she left, then quickly abandoned the thought. Too much introspection. Besides, it wasn't like he needed people, oh no. He could handle things himself. Everything was under control. Nervously, he ran his fingers through his hair and hoped that Claire wouldn't notice.