"That really sucks. Want me to stick around here for a while, maybe rent an apartment? Otherwise, it's going to look kinda weird that I don't really... you know, exist officially. I could even take the blame for some of your bruises and scars, since they are kind of my fault."

Claire put a bit of butter on her baked potato. "Or maybe I do exist here... I wonder what I'd be up to right about now, if not for all this random stuff.

"Anything else I can do for you, though, I'd be happy to."