It all still felt really surreal, but then again it had felt like that before she’d arrived here. What she’d been through with the Russians was like nothing Claire had ever been through before, it felt like someone else’s life. Like Matt’s life and she was just visiting. It hadn’t been a pleasant stay. But it had left them sort of entwined and that was welcome in a place like this that felt so far away from home.
“Can’t go home, may as well go hard,” Claire said as she wrapped her fingers around the mug and lifted it up to take a sip. It was hot, but it was good and she gave a little sigh. The bruises on her face and body had healed and her ribs were almost as good as new, but Claire still felt fragile, reminded of how easily a body could break.
“It’s weird?” Claire answered after a beat. “I’m used to being busy, on my feet for a day at a time, pulling a double. So to go from that to this? Weird.”