[They've almost fallen in shoulder to shoulder, Claire lengthening her stride the same way that she does when she's walking with anyone who stands at a normal height. It allows her to glance up at him, eyebrows raised and mouth open a bit. The expression quickly collapses, and she's left staring at him with a pinched brow instead, confused if not for her blatant understanding. Her tone tries for light, though.]

This really doesn't have to be a you show me yours and I'll show you mine kind of thing. I mean, have you ever been burned? It hurts. You could start with a paper cut, or you could stub your toe or something.