Claire continues to hold onto Peter's hand for a few seconds as Harley checks him over. There's nothing else obviously wrong with him- in fact, a bullet slides out of the hole in his chest and clinks on the floor as Harley goes to pick him up.
Claire nods at Harley's declaration, refocusing. There's something in her that's trying to be serious, as they need to be, but a smile keeps peeking through. This is the most hope she's had in a long time.
"Right. Right, so- did you both come here in a boat or something? Or do we need to steal our escape plan? I'm pretty sure they've got lifeboats in the back, and sometimes there's helicopters..." She wishes she could give Harley more information, but the guard that chatted with her was always too careful to mention arrivals and departures.
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9/5/22 23:29 (UTC)Claire nods at Harley's declaration, refocusing. There's something in her that's trying to be serious, as they need to be, but a smile keeps peeking through. This is the most hope she's had in a long time.
"Right. Right, so- did you both come here in a boat or something? Or do we need to steal our escape plan? I'm pretty sure they've got lifeboats in the back, and sometimes there's helicopters..." She wishes she could give Harley more information, but the guard that chatted with her was always too careful to mention arrivals and departures.