It hit Claire loud and clear, despite it's feeble sound, because it was Peter. She threw her book aside, not caring about lost places and narrowed her eyes in concentration. Hopeing the connection was still open, she responded by thinking very cleary at Peter, [Where are you?]
She wasn't sure if he was in his room or some where else completely, but she was off her bed and ready to run to him, having thrown on a hoodie and proper shoes.