Claire felt Dean shift, knew it for what it was and frowned. If he thought he would fool anyone, especially Faith, he had another thing coming. There might be no more light in here than the city night provided, but the blood all around them and on their clothes, ninety percent his at least, she figured, would tell what he'd try to cover up.
"Over here," she said, drumming a piece of scrap drywall so Faith knew to head toward the darker corner. "The lighting sucks, but there's no power to the building anymore."
The noise now being made, Claire turned to give Dean a look in the dim light. "You stay put, and if the words 'I was fine the whole time' come out of your mouth again, I'll make you go on bedrest for a week. And I mean the not-fun kind."
Then she stood, not moving anywhere else right now, but getting on her feet so she could talk to Faith.