Claire's days were falling into some kind of mildly horrific routine, from watch shifts outside the door of the room Sam was locked in to keeping an eye on Ben as he started in on the biggest part of his grounding to coming back to her house when Faith was due back. Every morning, she stayed around there until Faith had drunk herself to sleep, offering food and company, wanted or not, for a time before wandering off to do things in the house to give Faith privacy until she crashed.
Hearing the now-familiar noises, she left the kitchen and headed into the livingroom to sit next to Faith. Today, she placed the plate of food on the coffee table and then deviated by reaching over and snagging Faith's vodka, taking a long drink before she passed it back. She knew it was a good way for most people in the world to lose an arm, taking alcohol from a hurting woman with Slayer abilities, but even that action Claire was ready to welcome as some kind of reaction.