Her head tilted, and she allowed the rest of the now cooling tea to flood into her throat. It was slightly spiced and perfect to get the blood a-pumping for a bit of cursory investigation. Claire pushed back from the table and stuck one hand in her pocket, making sure the can of mace didn't end up rather awkwardly on the floor.

"Some girls like Tiffany's. Me? I'll settle for a heavy Maglite."