Claire's brushing off her hands when one eyebrow raises.

"Lucifer? How very awful sounding for all of us. But that's a lot of people from your world all in one spot. I think Wanda knows quite a few people as well from her world, either directly or by association."

It makes her wonder if she can expect more than just Lord John.

What if it's Black Jack? Christ, she'd have to warn everyone somehow. Could they lock up a man upon arrival? It isn't something she wants to consider and not a path of conversation she wants to go down right now. She watches as Michael rubs down the ewe, and it does smell nice; it most certainly has cooling properties and something to keep the sheep from itching.

"Why don't those specific humans like angels? That seems like a generalization, considering you and I get along just fine. I like to believe I'm an okay judge of character." Obviously not the best, but she's had her moments where her gut has told her to get the hell away as fast as possible. It hasn't happened at all in Abraxas yet, not that she can remember.