The frustration in her eyes was easily reflected in her smile, which now had a distinctive sarcastic flare. Not so much aimed at Isabel more than Claire's general grudge she was starting to form against this place.
Then again, she couldn't growl too much about the thin veil of secrecy. It was Dean after all.
"Cherry, then" she told her after an irritated moment, a long sigh pushing through her nose as she looked back outside. Her fingers started wrapping again.