Claire was still reeling, even after talking to Loki and Needy. None of this made any sense, then again nothing in the last few months had made sense to her. She couldn't help but think meeting as many people as possible would be a good thing, she could hopefully find out more of what was happening that way. Besides, she refused to believe she couldn't go home, there had to be a way somehow. Claire was not about to give up.
As she waited for Clark she couldn't help but replay Jackie's death in her head over and over. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something she could have done. But there wasn't. The guy had thrown her into the lockers like she was nothing - and then he knew, he knew he had been wrong, but he killed Jackie anyways.
Claire wiped the tears forming in her eyes. She wasn't going to let Clark see her cry, not like this, not on their first meeting. She had gotten cleaned up enough she was no longer covered in blood, she was in baggy sweatpants and an equally baggy hoodie, her hair tied back in a matted ponytail.
Upon hearing her name she turned around, at first she wasn't sure what to do - but she forced herself to smile (at least a little). "Clark? Yeah, it's me...hi."