She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to fight a battle she knew she loose deep down when the gunshots rang through the cement walls, her ears, and had her mouth hanging open for another reason.
Without a second thought, she was screaming Peter's name and trying to stand, trying to push Nathan away and run back the way they had come. "OhmyGod, ohmygodohmygod, PETER!! We have to...we...Dad..." Her words broke off into sobs, clinging to Nathan as her legs gave out. Of course he could regenerate, but it didn't stop the shock, nor did it mean that Sam hadn't been at the receiving end of the gun, and while she felt something fierce against the demon, she could never truly hate him or wish him dead. Something was clearly wrong, he'd never been this way with her or the other Claire. She sent out a mental cry for her uncle, asking about his well-being.