[She has manners. Claire nods in acknowledgement, though she's not about to wax poetic about Frank Randall. It's unfair to the man and his memory.]

Not particularly. I come in here, sometimes, to talk to them. [A vague gesture at the pods. Not strangers, of course, but the ones she knows.] I don't think they can hear us, but it feels awful to leave them all alone. At least for long stretches of time.