Claire hasn't taken any crash courses in deciphering sentences that are padded by mouthfuls of food, and she's willing to bet there's no translator on her comm to crack it either, but she figures that she gets it right enough, if her response is to present him with a small smile. She takes a perfunctory step closer and crosses her arms, slinging them low across her stomach. Resolutely, she keeps her posture straight.
She thinks the choice to name one informally over the other is a little odd but then again maybe not, all things considered. "About their history? Yeah, I know about that. About the mural thing? There might not be any direct proof, but everyone knows that Sirius did it. Obviously." Whether he did so knowing what would happen or not, he's been here long enough to know better than to go around tampering with things like that, when she ship has a giant hard on for inventing new and creative ways to destroy them.
"Severus told me about what happened, with you two, back in the bar." Her tone is a little hollow, and she doesn't move save to look briefly down at the floor and where the toes of her boots have landed before glancing up again, perking up. "It probably wasn't the best idea on your part -" She looks around with a slight wince. "- but I came down here to say thank you, anyway. Not for... breaking a bottle over someone's head, necessarily. You stood up for him, and you did something, and I don't think a lot of people have done that for him."
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She thinks the choice to name one informally over the other is a little odd but then again maybe not, all things considered. "About their history? Yeah, I know about that. About the mural thing? There might not be any direct proof, but everyone knows that Sirius did it. Obviously." Whether he did so knowing what would happen or not, he's been here long enough to know better than to go around tampering with things like that, when she ship has a giant hard on for inventing new and creative ways to destroy them.
"Severus told me about what happened, with you two, back in the bar." Her tone is a little hollow, and she doesn't move save to look briefly down at the floor and where the toes of her boots have landed before glancing up again, perking up. "It probably wasn't the best idea on your part -" She looks around with a slight wince. "- but I came down here to say thank you, anyway. Not for... breaking a bottle over someone's head, necessarily. You stood up for him, and you did something, and I don't think a lot of people have done that for him."