[Claire lifts a hand in an airy wave of reassurance.] It's no trouble, Sansa - what a lovely name. I just like to know who I'm talking too. [There's a warm smile, but Claire is promptly distracted by the news that someone here fits Jamie's description.]

Here's here. That's...good. The man you saw, did he seem well?

[She's worried about him. She can imagine he's going mad trying to look for her. But,]

I'm sorry, I'm being very self-involved. Where are you from, Sansa?

[Even as she talks though, her eyes scan the crowd.]