As much as she played at nagging people, telling them what was best, Claire wasn't about forcing the issue. Being a nurse was about more than knowing best, it was about helping people and you didn't always do that by being the bossy expert. "A little oxygen can only help."
The talk on death and vanishing didn't do wonders for Claire's anxiety, but she wasn't too attached to this place yet. No one here really knew her and she was finding her place well enough, but she still was far from feeling at home. Then again she wasn't dead in any times she knew about.
"Good guess! Yeah, I'm learning my way around door handles," Claire said as she lay her hand protectively on her sternum. It was all too easy to summon the image of the man with the bat and she'd seen enough of his face in her head to last a lifetime.