"One thing?" she chuckled lightly, but accepted his hands when he reached for hers, fairly naturally.
"I'm fine- except for my clothes, which were--" But Claire's words were cut off by a distinct flux in the atmosphere that surrounded them. A wave of something from inside her throbbed outward, dulling all noise and pushing their hands apart with an undeniable force. A force that also shoved the snow around them back by at least three feet in every direction.