Claire was going to protest, she was going to hide herself in the corner of the room, but if Elle had managed to walk out, and if her other self wasn't freaking out, then maybe it wasn't that bad. Ever so cautiously, she peeked her head out from behind the curtain and looked this way and then that. There were a few women standing around, but no men, and so Claire took her chance and bolted out from her room and rushed over into other Claire's.

She plowed right into Elle and recoiled back, falling flat on her backside. She just let out a grunt of protest as she realized yes, this was indeed her life. She looked up at Elle, head tipping off to the side. "She's right, the ruffes are cute."