[Claire gives a nonchalant shrug, but scoots back from the ledge anyway.] Guess you're right. I wasn't gonna jump, not in the mood tonight. [It comes out before she can stop it, really.]
[On a regular person that would call for a quirked eyebrow. On Rorschach, his mask just shifts patterns; no other reaction is discernible.] If mood strikes, act quickly. May only last a second.
[She shakes her head, giving a smile that's somewhat sarcastic in nature.] I like these jeans, don't want to get blood on them. The stains are hard to get out in the wash.
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