It does sound somewhat bleak, but she's someone who can appreciate the sentiment, so after allowing a tight-lipped nod she breaks the seam of her lips to smile and snort, softly. "That's gotta be some kind of Murphy's Law. Oh, there are a bunch of other worlds and things out there, but we're going to fill them with everything that might make your life awkward."

As this is accompanied with some gesticulations that try to add a certain blend of humor, Claire is aware of how ridiculous she's coming off to a perfect stranger. It's on the fence whether or not she hopes the other her was more collected and less of a dork. The only added benefit is that her arms are uncrossed, making it easy to accept his extended hand.

Her grip in return is firmer than might be expected for someone of her stature, but it's pleasant and she nods to cover up the small smile that wants to break through at the name Tom. "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Cl- well, I guess you apparently know that one already." Taking her hand back, she shifts her bag from one palm to the other and goes on: "I hope my face wasn't attached to some kind of crazy person or something."