She was confused about why Claire was slowing down at first, but then quickly picked up on her cue and starting walking along side her instead of behind. As they were walking, Elle's hand casually brushed against Claire's, and she felt a small static shock. Like touching a doorknob. Elle considered this with little more than grim amusement, and decided to not say anything and keep feigning innocence about it all.

"I am. Don't talk to me like that." Like she was in any position to give orders. And like Elle was expected to be completely obedient and follow them. Claire wasn't Noah, she wasn't some Company superior. She was going to whine more, but her attention was finally caught by the blood dripping from Claire's hand.

"Shouldn't that-- aren't you...?"

A flashbulb of realization.

"You're fucked up, too!"