by the time they're allowed to step on the field, claire's expression has already turned all shades of annoyed. she knows better than to burst at anyone - one wrong move and the press will be all over her talking about how she didn't do her job right. it takes so much patience really, to have such a responsibility and still remaining grounded enough to make sure everybody is in position and treating survivors with the care and dignity they deserve.

"gabe i can't see the whole quarantine zone from here, can you fly the drone a little higher please?" she requests through the comms, cheerful roger that! paired with the drone lifting up. "thank you." she counters as gaze drops on her tablet. a sigh pushes past lips, tired smile offered to pedro and inez walking by. and in all this claire still has no idea where the hell ark and neil are - one she can imagine, already on the field after their briefing on the way here ( though switching up comms would be appreciated ), while the other... well, she's stopped trying to understand anything neil does these days.

@deadaim : you sound like oprah, except mean.

when head tilts up, leon is standing by the tent entrance, greeting her with his usual cool guy demeanor that makes claire's heart flutter even though she would never admit it out loud. "i sound mean because you kept making me wait," she remarks, tablet left on the table along with her notes. "you guys took forever to give us the clear." frustration in her tone is hardto miss - sure her organisation is meant to deal with the aftermath of an operation, but it sure would be nice to have some more cooperation.

"is there anything else i need to know before letting everyone in?" she knows leon would never let her walk in a dangerous situation, but then again asking again to be sure can't hurt anyone. slender fingers idly play with the zip of his leather jacket as gaze sets on his features - an implicit way to ask him if he's fine, even though if everything goes as smooth as it's supposed to, she'll swing by his hotel room in between waiting for their respective flights to depart.

"good luck you might pass on your favourite girl too, perhaps?" blue hues study her surroundings for a moment, surprised about the absolute silence in the tent. hand reaching for his and bringing it close to her lips to press a kiss on its knuckles. she notes it's all scarred, dirty and bloody - whether his or someone else's she's not sure. "i'd clean you up myself but i still need to find ark before getting in the facility." or more like what's left of it. "see you later? and please tell gina if you're coming or not next week, she needs the exact number to move onto the catering situation."