She's halfway to stepping after him and has already brought her arm up to catch his shirtsleeve with the tips of her fingers before he's even turned to move away. What he says takes her aback if only because she's not expecting anything else from him at all. So that she doesn't look completely stupid, Claire crosses one arm over her stomach and wraps her fingers around the opposite elbow, guarded but still trying to appear comfortable enough to lean all her weight to one side.

It takes a moment, half a beat, for her to do it, but eventually she offers him a small, understanding smile, and says, "I'm still getting used to it. I've never had anyone mistake me for anyone else, really. Mostly just people mistake me for myself." Which doesn't even make sense, but maybe he'll understand it regardless. Maybe he won't, so she goes on without giving him a chance to ask for clarification.

"But you got the name right. I'm Claire." And then there's another moment in which she's studying him, trying hard to determine whether or not she actually might know him from somewhere, someplace a long time ago. "How does that happen on coincidence?