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.