Claire was exhausted the next day at work because she had too much on her mind to sleep properly. She got up at one point to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night too and found Alex sitting on the couch looking up facial expressions and body language on his phone.
He really was trying so hard, poor thing. Her feelings of pity only increased and she was up for nearly an hour wondering exactly what all of his 'training' entailed that he ended up like this.
"Are you okay?" Ray asked in concern after she blearily stumbled face first into a medicine cabinet.
"I'm fine," Claire replied, mortified at screwing up in front of her supervisor as she rubbed her forehead.
"I meant in general. You've been a little out of it lately."
How could she not be a little out of it when she feared for her life? Worrying about getting killed was exhausting. She never knew when someone was going to pop out and try to kill her again.
