Re: Apple Inn[Safe Haven]
Claire had rather the opposite reaction to new people showing up, quietly fading to silence, preferring to take something more of a wallflower approach to this whole thing. She was shocked (though perhaps unsurprised) that Linne (as she'd introduced herself) was up and on her feet and apparently unaffected by the way she'd come in here a short while ago... save for her mass consumption of a good chunk of the stocked fridge.
Taking her own can -- she didn't have much to go on save what River had explained -- and looking at the gaudy maple leaf and lettering, she leaned against the wall and frowned. These were
probably the last beers that they were ever going to get their hands on, or at least the last ones that were going to be mass produced. If they wanted more (not just beer, but anything, really) they'd have to brave the outdoors to scavenge for it.
She wondered how hungry she'd have to get before she decided that she was willing to go hunting to get more food. Deciding that she didn't want to dwell on it, she cracked the can open and took a swig.
"Blegh," was her simple assessment. If this stuff was bad, she didn't want to go on to the 'home-brewed' stuff that River had mentioned.
Claire settled her arms over her chest as she settled in to watch the 'entertainment'. River certainly was stealing the show, blush-inducingly uninhibited in her partying. The ex-librarian had to envy her ability to cope with the current situation, not to mention her ability to fit into one of those black suits. Huh.