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Claire is in the bar today, a folder of her new history laid in front of her. She's filling out a form or two (or three or five), occasionally glancing back at the folder, turning a page here and there as she searches for information.

And every so often she drinks some mint-flavored tea. But you might have guessed that already.

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"Doing well." She gives Claire a small smile, taking a seat by her. "How are you doing, honey?"

"I'm okay," she nods, and means it. Mostly. "I miss him, but. . . things move one, right?"

She nods. "They do."

"Yeah," she nods again and looks down at the table. "Anyways, I've been trying to keep busy the last few weeks. I got a job in New Orleans and now I'm applying for school."

She smiles nervously and happily at the same time.

"That's great." Kate gives her another small smile. "Are you thinking of moving there?"

"I'm already sort of in the process," she nods. "I. . . I'm tired of waiting for my life to begin, you know?"

Kate nods, looking down at the table. "Are you getting citizenship?"

"I. . .er," she hesitates. What would Kate think? "I already have it, actually."

She gestures towards the folder and bites her lip.

Kate looks at the folder, and gives her a small grin. "Guess no more island for you."

She smiles, relieved. "Not if I can do anything about it. Which, hopefully, I can."

She shrugs. "Do you just go back there in case of rescue, or. . . do you like being on the island?"

Kate shrugs. "Little bit of both."

"Why?" she asks curiously.

"You got off the island. Not all of us are lucky to get a feather that'll take us to New Orleans."

"Some of you are lucky enough to have a friend that has several feathers," she smiles, slightly. "Would you like a feather, if I could get you one, Kate?"

Kate looks a little surprised. "You'd do that?"

"Why wouldn't I, Kate?" she asks seriously.

She shrugs. "Thanks, Claire."

"You're welcome," she smiles. "I'll have to talk to my friends about it first. See if the one Sawyer had still works. He, er, sort of damaged it when he used it last. But. . in the meantime, you're always welcome to come visit me there, you know."

Kate nods. "I'd like that too. Never been to New Orleans."

"It's fun," she beams. "Hey, do you like Shannon?"

"I don't really know Shannon all that well."

"I like her," she shrugs. "Would you mind if she came along? I think she gets as claustrophobic here as I do, sometimes."

Kate nods an okay. "She lives here too, right?"

"She does," she nods, grinning. "Although you'll hardly ever see her. But she's fun. Especially if you let her loose in a shopping mall."

"If you say so."