Part of Claire was grateful to escape the man in the mask after what had happened to her. Because part of her felt like that would just be the beginning. People knew her, knew she could lead them to him and that was a scary place to be. But she missed home, her friends, her mom and she wasn't one to run away just because things got hard. But Claire hadn't had time to dwell on any of that, what with being the only medical professional there.
"I'm a real sweetheart," Claire agreed withe a solemn nod of her head. "You're welcome."
Claire could tell by how he was looking at her that he wasn't seeing her that well, how he squinted to see her more clearly. She smiled as she looked down, the moment passes and she withdrew her hand and wrapped her arms once again around her knees. "I'm also a real saint, I clearly earned the rights to your boxershorts."