[center] Clara was rather quiet throughout dinner despite the fact that her mind had been racing. Although Kieran was nowhere to be found, she still tried to shake off that unnerving feeling that just by being around him had caused. She hadn't experienced that before – sure, she'd felt mainly anger and definitely hatred for him at one point; she'd once felt exhilaration and excitement – among many other things throughout all of the years she'd been alone – but she'd never encountered this. Simply being around him had made her feel wrong, and she'd been lucky. Ryanair had received the worse of his abuses – maybe it might have been a good thing that Kieran had kept away from her all of this time. 

While everyone ate, she did not drink as much as she normally would in an effort to get herself to sleep at night. This time she simply ate quietly and sipped on a glass, knowing she'd have to speak to Wolff  immediately after. She'd noticed Ryanair's suddenly healthy appetite and frowned in response over it, but other than that, she'd kept to herself. Clara could hardly pay attention to the mindless chatter at the table, her thoughts consumed over the troubling events that had been happening under the same roof  -- and the mere worry that there was nothing they could do about it. 

Hell, why was she even worrying, anyway? It was only weeks ago that she'd wanted the man dead, and it seemed he was on a straight path towards that fate. Who was she to stop it? 

Then again, even if in the slightest way, things had changed, hadn't they?

She nearly groaned at the thought, but soon Clara had finished her plate as she noticed both Wolff and Ryanair absent from the table. With a sigh, she grabbed her glass and plate and headed into the kitchen. She'd spotted the two and cleared her plate in the sink before she filled her glass again. Having grabbed her glass from the top before she rested it at her side to carry, she finally turned to Wolff and Ryanair. "…Shall we, then?" [/center]
 [@Arista]