Claire sighs, but she knows better than to argue with that tone of voice. Labrys is one of the few people around, even here, that it'd take considerable effort on her part to seriously hurt - an effort she's not sure she can actually produce, with the way the Trumps screw around with that kind of power. Their lock on the bursts might be flimsier here than it was in Liminal Space, but it's still there.

So she sits, and she breathes, even though what she really wants to do is find a Trump and put that damn rake through their eye. (If... they have eyes...)