Nodding at the question, she moved to sit in a chair across from the two. She was actually about to give them a rough estimate when Gabriel asked, and Claire's gaze shifted from the redhead to him. "In the inn? Two others. In Everett, there's somewhere around a hundred people. Most of them live in the prison since it's pretty safe from the zombies there with the fencing and sentry towers and all. Some others live in the projects, and a few of us live in the wilderness, like me." Giving them a smile, she picked up her own mug from where she'd left it earlier, and though the cocoa had cooled, she sipped it slowly, though the flickering lights made her a little uneasy.
But they'd be okay, because she knew Azazeal would make sure they were safe. She relaxed a little as she curled up on the chair. "What are you going to do, now that your car broke down? Do you think your friends are still there, or that they might have come down here?"