Claire looks up at him, eyes narrowed as she considers him. From the uniform to the demeanor, everything lines up but doesn't at the same time. She digs around in her bag and pulls out her CiD, swiping her thumb across the screen. "I can give you a tutorial sometime, if you like. It's the least I can do for carrying my bags." Thumb still pressed against that flat surface, she looks around as if searching for words to the question she wants to ask. "When - where are you from, anyway?"