[ The words 'my girl' had just come out of his mouth. Claire is dumbfounded at the phrasing for a moment, unintentional as it may have been -which she fully acknowledges - but she's calling it a Freudian slip and thinking of it as a good thing. ] Your girl, huh?
[ She leaves the rest behind, and slowly loops her arms around his waist, leaning her chin on his chest as she looks right up at him. The smile on her lips is nothing but sunshine with the slightest tinge of impish girliness dancing at the corners. ] I've been hunting you down for weeks. It's about time I actually got to catch you.