Claire's hands aren't as well practiced as her sister-in-law's, but they're still steady surgeon's hands, and sure. As she clips, she watches what she's doing, occasionally glancing up at Michael. There's a time she never would have believed him, about being the Michael, but she's decided there's too much unknown to her in the universe. It's a decision backed up by Abraxas itself. She met a bloody shark and hunted with it, for Christ's sake.

"I don't know," she answers honestly. "I was in Scotland, at a place called Craigh na Dun. It's a circle of large standing stones that captured my attention. I don't know why, I couldn't tell you what it was that made me reach out and touch one of them. I heard a...a buzzing sound like bees, and as soon as I touched the rock it felt as though I'd been hurled into a semi-truck. I woke up flat on my back in the exact same spot, only two-hundred years in the past."

It's the most succinct way she knows to tell it, glancing over at Michael. There's already a nice collection of wool, and she wonders if there will be any wool waulking involved later.

"Not that I knew I was in the past, not at first."

Gently, she does her own soft talking to the sheep as she rounds her neck, clipping close to her face before walking to the other side.