Re: Cabin: Juliet & Claire
"Thanks," She glanced up at Juliet and gave her a grateful smile for what little light there was. "Practice," Claire responded idly about the gloves in that short beat Juliet left before going on about what was happening to them. She had a point. The mist hadn't been real to other people, but it made them think it was. It hadn't been bad for Claire. The days that followed had made her felt more alone than ever, but the mist itself hadn't been negative. But the train? That was real. The spirits couldn't affect her home, but she heard they'd been a bother to people. No, this could very well be real, and still absolutely secured in their reality.
"So, if that is the case, nothing out there can hurt us. Those blasts felt pretty real. And how are we seeing the same thing? The mist hit everyone differently." Claire pondered a moment, tying off the string with a secure knot against puckered flesh, "Or do you think I'm not real, either?" She wasn't angry like Juliet. Calm, collected, trying to piece the facts together. "There are lots of things out there besides chemical spills. The question of what is causing this isn't as important as who. And why."
Claire grabbed a small silver blade from her coat and cut the suture string before returning the needle back into the foil to clean it later. A piece of gauze was rubbed into a balm that was based in tea tree oil from the strong smell and then she taped it over her surgical handiwork. "There's someone that has done this for a specific purpose. It could be to distract us from something." The light outside the window changed, the slow rise and fall of far off sweeping flashlights. Maybe other egg hunters? "Or what if they targeted us both for some reason? Is there anyone that would be out to get you?"