Claire has been getting her things together over the past several days. Despite not having much by way of possessions, she's still finding that it's taking her longer to move in with Kate than expected. It isn't that she's become accustomed to and comfortable with staying at the Inn, but there's something permanent about finding an apartment in a place like this.

Still, she's bought what she can with the little bit of money that she has left, and there are two bags dangling from her wrists as she makes her way back to the Valhalla Inn's front door with a quick and steady step. She looks up, catching her messenger bag in the crook of her elbow as it slips down from her shoulder. Squinting into the evening twilight, from several paces away Claire isn't sure what she sees, and while she isn't always necessarily so forward, some questions just beg to be asked.

"'Scuse me, but... is that a shield?"