Whatever else Ben had intended to say was lost as Claire, the closest to him due to being the one that had been sitting on the couch with him, slipped her arm around his shoulders and clapped her hand over his mouth. Ben effectively muzzled, she edged him behind her protectively and moved closer to Dean, effectively shielding Ben with both of their bodies. A fat lot of good it would do against the beings in this room, but actions like that weren't logic, they were instinct.
The Powers That Be. Apparently even the Senior Partners? Hostility thrumming low in her gut for being yanked to wherever this was by the beings that had given and taken from her multiple times over, that had caused so much chaos in their lives, Claire was far from showing deference to anyone in this place, but she was also completely silent because she wasn't completely insane. If they wanted to talk, that – hopefully – meant they weren't going to open with smitings.