Faith had texted. Dean probably had as well, but Claire hadn't even checked her phone last night. She'd have to at least send Faith a text so she stopped worrying.
But the more pressing issue was the definite tone in Dean's voice about her resting. She wasn't in the need of resting; being tired wasn't the issue. What she needed was to be out doing, rather than sitting here in this room brooding and obsessing and feeling moment by moment more broekn because she couldn't dig herself out by sheer willpower alone.
"I was, now I'm going to shower, get dressed and take care of one of L.A.'s problems."
How she thought she could put forth an argument while standing there in just a pair of pink panties looking stubborn, but not to the degree she should have been, the world would never know, but she was doing it.
The only problem was, he was between her and the mirror.