"Different...reality?" In her exasperation, a desperate and colorless little laugh actually cut its way through Claire's words. She felt weak in the knees, and her heart was going fucking insane, lodged at the top of her throat.. but it was all real. A hell of a lot more real-feeling than any dream she'd ever had, and that included her cross with a goddamn djinn.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd call this all pretty fucking different." She didn't want to say 'reality'. It just wouldn't go past her lips. Claire shook her head again, starting to pace. "I don't... I don't ...know what to do." She wasn't so much talking to her imaginary half-demon half-angel half-sibling as she was herself, trying to jog her brain into processing it.