Claire might have some experience in dealing with the sort of shift being in an alternate reality provides, but the more she explains and the longer she follows him, the more it sinks in that nothing here is the same at all. No familiar faces, no familiar places, and she's on her own, following someone who is more or less a stranger down an alley that looks like something out of fantasy horror. She knows she's never had the best ideas, but this one is starting to appear as if it's going to top all the others.

Their destination draws her up short, and she halts several paces away from where he's standing with his hand on the frame before he actually addresses her again. She crosses her arms, almost as if she's cold, but it's the middle of summer here and even the winding and twisting network of alleyways can't pinch out the heat that well.

His question doesn't catch her off-guard, but she does spend a moment wondering how to answer, which may be an answer in and of itself. "Does it matter? You're alive here, aren't you?" She's not close enough to check for tell-tale signs, but she figures it's a logical assumption to make.