"I'm fine," Claire breathed, not sure that she entirely believed it, but as far as anyone else was concerned, there were definitely no physical injuries on her body, no way that she could be hurt without something going directly into the back of her neck. If she said she was fine, most people would believe her (except for those who knew her the best, but they hadn't arrived yet, they weren't anywhere to be seen). "And yeah, I just got here too, it um. It looks a lot like where I was before I got to the island, so I feel like I've probably been thrown home, but that doesn't explain why you're here. Not that I mind you being here, but."

Her eyes rose up to trace along the skyscrapers.

"What's the Slag?"