Life shifts up and down.

[i_cant_get_out]

After the excitement that was the meeting, Henry's quest for something to swing about in an offensive manner shifted from a hobby to a flat-out obcession. After a few days of scavenging about the empty apartments, looking for something he could call a weapon, Henry's finally found something; about three feet of steel, formerly attached to something

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[redfield]

And there's a Claire! Curled up on one of the couches thumbing through one of the notebooks detailing the many dangers of the world. She's a little short on reading material, and since her new room is still..well, new, she isn't spending a lot of time in there. It's dreary as hell anyway, what with the complete lack of color.

When Henry comes in, she glances up from her reading and offers him a small smile, but doesn't really say anything. After the confusion and uproar at the meeting-thing, the fact that all the talking about newcomers and how some couldn't be trusted is making her feel a little like an alien, and she's sort of run out of conversation-starters.

[i_cant_get_out]

Henry's not exactly a grand master of the conversational art himself. Especially after the meeting, and the talking of a detention block for the newest arrivals. This alone worries him, but it wasn't like he had the clout to say or do much of anything to stop then.

Henry would return the nod to Claire, and, after picking up his can of... something (the label's mostly warn away, but the can's in good shape, not rusted, and besides, the label still says "HIGH IN PROTEIN!" which is a good thing) and opening it. Between very cautionary bites, Henry would manage, finally, a greeting.

"Hi."

[redfield]

Claire looks a little surprised at the greeting, but smiles again, nonetheless.

"Hi." She feels a little lame, but as previously stated, not the best with conversation starters right now. Not that she won't try. She'd spent the week before she'd ended up HERE in lockdown being interrogated by Umbrella goons. People who were not on Umbrella's payroll (she hoped) were a definite improvement.

Even if the situation was kind of...crappy.

She eyes his can warily, tilting her head to the side as she lowers her notebook. "Did you actually find something edible?" She'd looked around earlier. The abundance of spam frightened her a little.

[i_cant_get_out]

"Edible? I'm not so sure. I've eaten worse before, though." Henry is, on the other hand, hoping this was either supposed to be a can of spaghetti and meatballs, or some kind of can of soup. Any alternatives he could imagine would be a tad on the horrifying end of things, and would likely resulting the contents of said can reversing their trip down his digestive track.

"I'm Henry Townshend." He would finally offer to her. As stated before, Henry's social skills were kind of lost in the horror he went through, though he was getting some regular practice with dealing with normal people. And people like Chase, too.

[redfield]

"Claire Redfield." She looks slightly sheepish, before swinging one leg down from her curled position. "I'm kind of...new around here."

[i_cant_get_out]

"I've been here about a week." He replies with a nod, now trying to eat without directly looking at the can, so as not to think about what the food might be.

[redfield]

She smiles, slightly relieved to know she isn't the only new face to the crowd.

"Same." It's kind of weird to think it HAS been that long since waking up in the rubble, being led back here by Wesker, and then briefly destroying her brother's mental stability by doubting him.

She still didn't know if his story held full circle, but she's keeping quiet about her misgivings, now. A happy Chris is a safe(ish) Chris.

She notices the fact that Henry is trying to avoid looking directly into the can, and laughs slightly. "This place is certainly...interesting."

[i_cant_get_out]

"I've met a kid with a spaceship, and a guy who wears sunglasses twenty-four seven, even in unlit buildings. I've been woken up by people playing the guitar at odd hours of the night, and told that rain will kill me. And then there are vampires and firebreathing children on top of that. Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it." Henry would even manage a smirk at that.

"Can I get you anything? I mean, there's not a whole lot in there, aside from spam and some canned vegetables. But it's food..."

[redfield]

Claire frowns slightly at the mention of a man wearing sunglasses twenty-four seven, but doesn't say anything. She figures if she can avoid talking about Wesker, it'd be a good thing.

She shakes her head at his mention of food, absently patting her hand over her stomach. "Thanks, but no. I think I can only take one can of mystery meat a day." She offers an uneasy smile, as if to accentuate the fact that spam? Is not tasty cold or without cheese and bread.

[i_cant_get_out]

Tougher stomache than Henry, then. He tries to keep eating down to only when there's a tingling feeling in his extremities.

"So, what'd you used to do before you wound up here?" Ahh, small talk. Always an effective tool in the face of awkward silence.

[redfield]

"Er." Claire absently tugs on her ponytail, trying to think of a way to explain exactly what she was doing before ending up here, without sounding like a raving lunatic.

"Would you believe me if I said trying to topple an evil multi-billion dollar Pharmaceutical Corporation experimenting in Biological Warfare?"

...Yeah. She felt like a raving lunatic.

[i_cant_get_out]

"Considering I was fighting a murdering psychopath who'd literally created his own world so he could raise a dark god he was convinced was his mother, I think an evil corporation is entirely believable."

Shortly after arriving, Henry decided that, if his story was the truth, then pretty much anyone elses was the truth. Because very little trumps the concept of flesh-covered walls and vengeful ghosts.

Then again, it was more than enough to make him feel like a basket case, too.

[redfield]

Claire arches her eyebrows, before considering it. Well. launched into different dimensions, where vampires and.. other things suddenly existed, plus..yeah, her story is bizarre.

Okay. She can roll with murdering psychopaths and dark gods. Her stomach lurches a little at the thought that she can so easily believe something like that but she still can't fully trust her own brother. Her conscience just isn't gonna let that go.

"I hope you had some decent artillery. I'm sure gods are harder to topple than your typical run-of-the-mill Tyrant." She smirks, slightly.

[i_cant_get_out]

"Actually, this-" He raises the steel pipe "-wasn't too far off from what I was used to carrying. The main trick was stopping him before he managed to finish the ritual. I'm guessing you were better equipped than I was for your stopping the corporation? I'm also assuming you mean Tyrant as something other than an overlord."

Henry might have sounded extremely calm during all of this, but it was more due to the fact that, if he didn't calm while explaining it, then nobody was going to think him anything else but a dangerous psychopath.

Besides, she at least didn't act like he was crazy.

[redfield]

Claire nods, drawing one leg up and wrapping her arms around it, resting her chin on her knee. "Nasty business. Strong, and practically impervious to bullets. Rocket launchers, however..." She smiles, faintly. That had been a close call, and thanks to the mysterious woman who'd tossed it to her, well. If she ever found out who that was, she owed her thanks.

"There's an entry in this book about them, actually." She points at the notebook she'd long since put aside. It had all been in Chris's handwriting, so she knew he'd been busy trying to keep the masses updated while she was still in...well, the past, apparently.

"My brother put it there, I think."

[i_cant_get_out]

"I wish I had had a rocket launcher. It would have made short work of my problems." And boy would it have. Thankfully, he didn't. Otherwise, the game would have been about ten minutes long.

"Your brother? Interesting. What does he look like?" And now, a lesson in dealing with people. If you establish enough ties, eventually people are going to feel bad about making decisions like establishing a place to keep you and everyone else new away from the general population.

Also, Henry was still worried about the guy that Wesker had described to him - especially, since in all the confusion of the meeting, he didn't see someone who looked like that.