In a way, Claudia might have blasphemed God in the Vatican. She had certain problems with accepting limitations, though her time in the insane asylum had given her a certain level of exposure to religion. Still, the look H.G. gave her was more than enough to give Claudia the general idea of what she was thinking.
"Fine!" H.G. was getting one of those shirts, eventually, when the timing was right. "Anything interesting happen at work lately? Or - would you rather sit in mild silence while you wonder and plan how to keep clean and get me back for this?"
Claudia would have been just as happy either way, because the waiter came back with their drinks. It was a short waiting game at that point.