Claire recieved all the motivation she needed by the other woman's question. Flashing her a quick smile before zipping then buttoning up her jacket then pulling the hood up over the cap and pulling the drawstring so the wind wouldn't blow it back. "Ah, dear, thought you'd never ask," she replied with a chuckle, though low in hopes not to stir the tight wad's attention. Though that failing as one of the wives, she believed her to be the german one but she made no point in taking their details to memory.<br/><br/>As the old prune cast her a unwarrented bitter gaze, the women's face actually resembling that of a dried up old prune, all Claire could do was smile at her. She wasn't like Aiyana, Claire would talk back, killing them with kindness as her mum called it. "Marry evening to you, ma'am... stay in out of the weather now. Might catch a cold or slip in the mud," she said cheerfully though in the back of her mind thinking 'wouldn't want ya breaking a hip you old bat'.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh she cast a more believable smile to her fellow american companion and headed for the door. They were just lucky she wasn't like her dad... by now he'd be spinning old irish drinking rhymes at them.