"Well. On the plus, if that's true, you're potentially over 1,000 years old instead of over 100." Claudia joked, though it was a bit weak as a whole. What H.G. had said about the regents was weighing heavily on Claudia's mind. She was somewhere between, as far as her opinion about the regents went. She didn't like them; the anger over Steve's death, over their attitude, still weighed on her. She had lashed out in a moment of anger at Jane Lattimer, but it had been out of a very real place of distrust for the Regents. Seeing the threat, the promise, to stop the Metronome if there was a bigger issue in its use only left Claudia all the more suspicious of the Regents. She understood the function, the need, but at the same time they had their moments where they seemed as sympathetic as a cat would be to a mouse. Jane's assistance in bringing Steve back had shown that there was hope, but they still weren't her favorite people ever.
And if they threatened everyone Claudia had become friends with or socialized with or told anything about herself while in the Land of Make Believe, something she had wondered if it might potentially happen... well, it wasn't necessary to say there would be a problem of epic proportions and, Claudia would've dared a venture she had more allies for help on her side than any regent just arriving would've. But she hoped no such thing would happen or, if it did, that the regent would be relaxed about it. "Sometimes the regents really just need to take a chill pill."
"Annnd -" Claudia could take tea straight but, since it was black tea and nothing flavored, she nodded and said, "A little sugar, please."
Hopefully, with everything considered and the tea and such, H.G. would be able to start settling down and settling into castle life. Claudia hoped things would be able to get to happy, abet not normal (since things were never normal), around the castle before too long.