[And the same now happened with Claire. Where before she tittered between emotions at the thought that maybe it was David kissing Claire for positive reasons, and not David kissing Claire for hurtful reasons, the moment he wished Jason dead, her protective instincts seized control and made the Inmate enemy.

Wincing and wanting to cover her ears, she instead stood and hit the cage, hard, then tossed the sheet back to expose the rat. Glaring with as much animosity as she could mustered, Claire practical spat:]

If you touch him? I'll find a way to get my blood in you so I can you, over and over and over.

[Claire could be dark. Horribly, contrastingly dark.]