Hey, man, Claudia has a streak of bright green in her hair so she's not gonna judge. She keeps one hand on the neck of her guitar to keep it from swinging as she puts her back to a wall, looking around. She can't help but wonder for the billionth time what the hell she's doing here.

Oh, wait, someone's talking to her. Someone who isn't trying to kill her! That's a bonus. She smiles, giving the girl a little finger-waggle of a wave, "Uh, hi. Sorry to crash your hideout."