She hated herself as soon as the words came to her. We're not doing anything, she wanted to say, because there is no 'we.' You're not equipped to deal with this. You shouldn't have to.

It'd hurt me just as much as it'd hurt you, if anything happened.

But it was too superior, too condescending, reminded Claire too much of her father, and her heart hurt at that thought, too, missing him so dearly and heart quick with the anticipation of getting to see him again soon. So instead, she tried to temper her voice, not treating the obviosu for what it was, because she'd never really made it clear what she could do. Was it at all unreasonable for others to think that they could do just as much as she?

"Hide," Claire instructed. "We need to find someplace to hide, where the enemy can't find us, and then we can discuss our next steps."