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[ There doesn't seem to be anything visible, but it's not as if Claire makes a habit of just standing around for no apparent reason, right? In any case, she turns her head slightly at the sound of steps, peripherally keeping track of any signs of danger by instinct... and immediately it's clear, from the way her shoulders and back suddenly tense even more than they had been, that she knows exactly who has entered her zone of awareness. ]

Yes?

[ Her eyes narrow as she looks over at him... and then immediately trail down to take in the incongruous outfit with a slowly deepening frown. Did he raid a bargain bin somewhere or what? ]