Claire had sat hugging her knees to her chest the entire time waiting on the captain to do his recon, and even through his plan. She had hardly paid any attention to things ever since Chris was missing. She kept thinking about the past. Swimming in the river at night a few years back, to the look on Chris's face when he found a working bike in a garage. How he always knew how to cheer her up, and how he'd always been there for her no matter what. She'd been trying so hard not to cry anymore though, especially whenever she told herself that she wasn't there for Chris when he needed her.

When the group headed out she followed behind Jack and even reached out to tug at his arm a little to get his attention, but she withdrew her arm before she did that. All she really wanted right now was someone to help her, give her a hug and make her believe everything would be alright. The reality though was that none of that would happen. If she was lucky Chris would be with the slavers, but even so, there was no reason to believe the slaves would survive. As soon as that first shot rang out what was to stop the slavers from killing everyone? Of course she didn't have a military mind like the man who took charge of the group, she wasn't a politician who was used to thinking through everything for their decisions. She was just Claire a sad girl surrounded by people she didn't even know and now a good chance of being without a family. Finally another tear trickled down her face as she followed behind as they got to the post office. Her first mission before any other would hopefully find a room to itself she could huddle up alone in and cry herself to sleep, well unless the group dragged her into another group conversation, but again. She was just a little girl to most of them probably so she doubted that would happen.