"Honestly, two stays in this place and nine months later I still don't know what to think about it. Exactly. I just think - I guess - people view Alice as fictional, really, but we know better. Right? If there are alternate dimensions out there where the Warehouse isn't real and we aren't agents... even if we have different names and lives and stuff... we still found each other, extended family wise, and still work together." Claudia admitted after a moment with a small shrug and a sigh. She didn't know if they were the people who portrayed them on the TV shows, but she knew (by logic and research) that there had to be actors behind the roles. It was the route that made the most sense to Claudia and, really, she didn't want to entertain the idea that they were truly fictional without a doubt. It was far too sanity-questioning to invoke such a question.
"I still don't know how the Warehouse aspect is known and knowing our lives are broadcast on TV isn't fun on some standards. I mean, there can be some embarrassing and personal stuff. But - a lot of people love it, 'fan' wise, and more importantly... it's given me a link to you guys when you weren't here. So I don't know if I can completely hate it." Claudia rattled off, then pointed at her phone. "We can call Steve and tell him to drag his butt over here, if he's sulking in his room? Or - call him later. Or he's in N34 if you want to wait until you've processed more."