The same thing that didn't sit right with her about the town itself shifted uncomfortably on the phrase 'your new home'- not because it was with him and his wife- Ariel apparently- but because of the note of permanency the whole thing carried. Claire shifted on her Chuck Taylors, readjusting the bag on her shoulder. It contained everything she owned in the world.
She glanced at his arm when he offered it. Coupled with the sword, archaic prosthetic (who wore a hook for a hand now anyway?) the way he called her 'my lady', all like right out of some twisted fairy tale. But he was dressed like a weird cross between hipster and metrosexual.
"I'm good, thanks," she declined the offer to be lead around like a politician's wife, and settled in step somewhat close.
"So...apparently this is real," the girl added on, blinking and squinting with her looks around the place. "You're sure I'm not dreaming..."