[ Claire does her best to keep up a general air of civility and calmness, having a generally clear - as much as you can, in a place like this - idea of what's happening but still unsure as to how to break it. She half-expects this other girl to change face and turn into a snarling beast, the way some of the other rooms had done. Not necessarily with that particular outline, but enough of them bleed together to create only a general picture that she has no time or patience now to focus on.

Briefly, only somewhat seriously, she considers using the dog dish as a weapon and throwing it across the room, imagining the other girl might disappear in a wisp of smoke. She doesn't go with that tactic, in the end. ]

He's right, just listen to him. We aren't here to hurt anyone, but it's not safe down here. [ That just seems like the right thing to say, whether or not it is. ] We can all walk back out the door and go someplace it is safe.

[ Claire considers introducing herself, though ultimately she doesn't know what good making friends with something that doesn't exist is going to do. ]