Despite spending much of her time with people from Westeros and even hearing the name Targaryen, Claire wouldn't know how to name one upon sight. The hair color is strange, as strange as the pinks and greens and blues she's seen people with here, but it's the way she's looking at the pods that draws her attention. Some people avoid this place like it's a crypt. Others, like her, take the time to visit those behind the metal and glass. She doesn't quite pick up the words, but as Claire carefully approaches, she does pick up on the tone.

"A friend?" She asks with a small smile. "I don't know if they can hear us in there, but I like to think they can."