Claire's brow furrows for a moment as she listens, but it's clear to her what America is getting at. She takes a couple moments to breathe, allow herself to calm down, and inwardly assess the situation.

"No, no ... this is fine. I'm not used to - this sort of thing, but I'm not a stranger to it." It's the first time she's opened up at all about the tragedies that happened just before her arrival, and she reaches up to brush a few wayward strands of hair aside. The idea of escorting the civilians back and assisting on that side of things was tempting - she couldn't deny that - but Rexy was more help here with how many robo zombies she could crunch in one bite, or sweep away with a low rock of her head, or kick, or smack with her massive tail. No, they came as a matched set and in this moment Rexy was more help here than Claire would be on the other side.

"Thank you for the offer, America, but I think Rexy and I are more use here. I just, needed a reminder." She offers the other woman a faint smile; she'd be okay. She was in the past.