She doesn't pick up on that flash in his eyes, but the tension snapping through his muscles isn't exactly lost on her. Not sure how to translate it other than to interpret it as her presence in general just being an irritant, Claire stops, somewhat awkwardly with one foot extended toward the door and the other still grounded back in sanity. She looks up at him, thinking of all the things that she could say and could ask but can't and won't for reasons that have more to do with time than they do with being worried she might get her head bitten off.

She's not afraid of dragons.

"My boss is sick with something, so to speak. I was wondering if you could do something about it."