Fingers with silver, chipped nailpolish met Myka's grip with a briefly returned grip. Chances were good that the only things Claudia would be up for mentally over the next few days would be chipping off her nailpolish, fixing by painting her nails with new, and watching TV.
"You guys are only down a floor," Claudia admitted with a strained tone, still trying for ever-sarcastic responses, "So at least I can't get lost."