Claire had been hit by a lot of things in her lifetime; fists, cars, trees, even a mideval mace that one time- but lightning was a new one. The fact that she woke up in the snow without a single burnt hair or patch of burned skin was her first clue about this not being regular lightning- or the fact that she'd woken up at all. That thought alone might've sent her into a mild panic, but a general peaceful calm had settled into her blood almost as soon as she figured out what had happened.
Even if she had been wearing just the burned scraps of what had been a full winter ensamble. Thank god for the store nearby- before making the CB post, she'd run in for a new set of clothes. She didn't even notice how her taste had changed.
Instead of being wrapped in her winter parka open across a very pregnant belly, yoga pants and a few layers of tank tops and her head toasty in a wide-knit wool cap, Claire had picked a flowy, romantic number with matching style fur-lined cloak. She tucked her phone away when she heard the telltale flapping of wings, and sent Rory a girlish half-smile, half-smirk in response to his observation.