Claire was wearing durable military-style boots with most of the laces undone, a baseball T-shirt with the lettering too faded to read, and probably the same exact jeans the other girl had on. Her hair almost to her mid-ribs, a little wild with wave, and twisted back over one ear in a braid tied at the end with a bit of what looked like rolled leather. Immediately, the her eyes shot to Thalia's t-shirt, and her crooked grin flashed a little more teeth.
"It is that kind of place-" she said. "And right. I dig your shirt..." Honest compliments were usually few and far between from Claire, but she really liked that shirt. And she sometimes had impulse problems. "C'mon in. You hungry? You gotta pay for everything out in the city, but we got food here."