[Never one to be unfamiliar with paranoia, Claire raises an eyebrow that tries to be as casual as Rosella does as she's ushered inside. Even if she were as blonde as her hair might let on, the clang of the door and the weight Rosella leans against it would be obvious even to a blind man, never mind the tone and quality of her voice. There would have been a time when Claire might have gotten the equivalent of a contact high from Rosella's anxiety, but years and occasions have dulled the edge down in her somewhat, and for the most part Claire is left staring at the door and then the back of Rosella's head as she follows the other girl down the hall.]

I figured you'd probably like the princess theme, and it's got plenty of other stuff in it to more or less make it some kind of childhood classic with everyone. I'd say it's a fairy tale. I thought it was a fairy tale when I was younger. There's a girl and a boy and an evil prince and sword fights. Sounds like a fairy tale to me.

[She's aware that she's mostly talking in order to keep silence from sneaking in, because once silence is afforded the possibility, Claire knows she'll force herself to ask what's going on. And something is going on. The gap between speaking and thinking is just large enough for the impulse to sneak through without giving her enough time to snuff it out.]

Rosella, are you sure you're okay?