Re: #15: Juliet & Claire
Rapid reassessment of her co-hunter here: Claire could peel herself off as easy as if she wasn't winded and wounded and hurt. She'd gone up a couple notches in Juliet's estimation as she rolled her shoulder, flexed the muscle in her arm and took in the surroundings. Very hermit-chic, or whatever. It didn't look much worse than Juliet's own apartment, so whatever shit Claire was thinking (and she was watching her face) it was probably leveled at Juliet's own accommodation too.
That was right up until Claire laid down an order. Claire was good at giving them, looked like. Peachy. Juliet was just as goddamn good at ignoring them. She ignored that one, and she shrugged with difficulty out of what had been her favorite jacket. Sacrificed to the goddamn holidays: she'd have preferred to have had that silk dress taken out, instead of shoved to the very back of a closet she didn't dig around in too much.
"Say the same thing to you. Give me that," whatever Claire was searching for, the blood was old news which was both really fucking worrying, and not at all. "People could be in trouble?" Blank stare. "Of course they goddamn are. But what are you planning on doing, dripping blood all over them while the light tries to take 'em out? No. None of this is real." She'd made that assessment early on.