Matt. Well Mike had hardly been that creative of a name to go by, but it had been something she supposed. Claire pulled back a little, enough to see his face. It was strange to watch him from this close, how he looked at her but didn’t see her. But yet he seemed to see so much, much more than anyone else. There was so much she wanted to ask, that she desperately wanted to know like why he did this, what more he knew about this place.
But she was too tired, her head felt heavy and sore and she wanted a handful of painkillers and fifteen hours sleep. Questions like that would have to wait. “Do I have clothes? Is there some skeevy bathroom security camera?” Claire asked softly, still tucked against him.