She didn't sit with Hawke and his weird spiky cosplay armor, but she did hover near him. Sitting would've been a lot of effort, and even more if she had to get up quickly. Her lips twitched to respond in some half-sarcastic comment about big weapons when Sam's voice interrupted her thoughts. Probably for the better.
Claire realized she should've expected Sam's self-injection into the conversation- or Hook, or Logan for that matter. All three of them had been circling her in their own time since she hobbled with Sam to the Town Hall yesterday- and she certainly wasn't complaining. Not right now, anyway. All of them gave her her own space when things were slow in the town, which she appreciated greatly. The important part was how she trusted all of them enough to stay within their gravity with the shit hit the fan. Hook had been the first to shelter her with his black leather wing. Logan and his growly, cigar-smelling self had kept her close during the last Siege.
Sam, though- he had his own category in her social circle. If she was close to calling anyone family, it was him. So she didn't mind his hovering. But that didn't mean she was going to move more than necessary just for a private conversation.
"Do I have to move?" she said back to him, keeping her voice low.