[It's not nearly high or bad enough to chart as one of her nastier jumps, but as she slides one of her clavicles back into place, Claire thinks that it's at least demonstrated her point nicely. There's blood in her mouth, and her feet are facing odd directions, but they're quick fixes as she listens to him, patting herself down for anything that she might have missed. Being unable to feel the tears in the skin, missing the connective sensation of pain to tell her what's wrong and where, she has to be careful, thorough. If she misses one thing, if she messes up, someone will notice, and she'll have to explain.

After a moment, Claire passes a hand through her hair and cracks her jaw, her smile breathless and normal, this time, though it fades to allow for a look of contemplation.]

I was in an explosion once. That was disgusting. [She holds out a hand for her jacket.] I don't know. I was kind of hoping you could tell me. There are other immortal people here - vampires and stuff - but I've never met someone from another world who was like me, but not. [Claire pauses to rub at the back of her neck.] Were you born this way?