[ Without him protesting, Claire retreats with a barely noticeable moment's worth of hesitation. Once inside the bathroom, she sigh-groans and paces until the door opens. For just one second she thinks it must be Peter, only to be proven incorrect as a woman meanders into a stall. Claire rolls her eyes at herself and splashes some cold water onto her face. After she pats her skin dry, she stares at herself in the mirror and silently mouths 'get it together'. ]
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