It might have been beneficial to poke her nose into whatever it was that had been happening, given her a sense of purpose that she's used to having in terms of standing between one person and the oncoming battering ram. But there's a time and a place for that sort of thing, and while Claire is likelier to throw practicality out of the window, in that respect, and then jump out after it, there is obviously more at work here than just a collection of people being space vomited by some medical pods. That will all come in time, she thinks, and glances down very briefly at the numbers on her arm.

As for a reply, all Claire says is, "Yeah, no kidding." But that feels hollow and wooden, so she goes right for the jugular and just says, "At least you've go that trick to dry yourself off. How'd you do that, anyway?"