Claire didn't know what she felt about the whole thing. She was too tired, too thinned out to think anything besides the basic: Jesse was in jail, and as far as she knew, no one else was going to get him out. The night had been perfect up until it crashed and burned, and she wasn't anywhere near drunk enough to have the luxury of fuzzy memories, but there wasn't enough energy to be properly angry or upset.
She just looked at him, her expression tired and worn, even more so when she saw the state he looked. Without saying a word, she signed him out and they headed out the door to her Jeep. At least it was still warm.
"You wanna get your car first, or just go home?" she asked after buckling in. It was hard to look at him.