"There's someone from Artemis Fowl books, two from The Dresden Files, a bunch from Harry Potter, people from The Hunger Games have come and gone in waves - more contemporary books, but there doesn't seem to be a set limit as far as who and where this place pulls from." Claudia started to rattle off, looking at the chocolate bar rather than H.G. for the initial few moments, then the worried tone registered to Claudia and she looked up and forgot what she was saying. She could see the concern in the other woman's eyes and, somewhere deep in Claudia, it hit a nerve.
Claudia had been trying to deny the worry that all of this caused because it was Artie. Pete's mantra of "we'll figure something out" was optimistic and thus a good mindset, but Claudia wasn't always an optimist. She liked to think of herself as a realist. "Pandora's box was in the Warehouse and didn't survive the explosion, so the world lost - literal hope. Mass suicides and all. Ferdinand Magellan's Astrolabe. It creates an 'evil' that he will 'have to live with the rest of his days' and for ages Artie was convinced he had created evil in me and that I was going to stab him but the more things have gone on, the more it's been established that it's not me. Mrs. F said she would know if evil had been created in me which - creepy, but not the point."
Then H.G.'s scolding sunk in and Claudia slipped down from her perch, though not without a bit of distracted grumbling. She didn't see the big deal.