Claire wants to point out that there's no way that he would have been alone for long. The impression that she always has of Chris Miles is that he's the type of personality that pulls together all the people around him, a charmer at best, and welcoming in a way that keeps people from being worried over bothering him or interrupting his plans. But she finds herself not really sure whether or not she wants to encourage him in such a way, fueled instead by a slightly selfish sentiment, one that wants to keep him to herself right now. Him, this experience, this moment that is perfect for how spontaneous it is.

Reaching out, she grabs the handle of the bucket, her hand brushing briefly over his hand as he passes it off. "You look like you've got better arms for the whole digging deal," she admits, casting them a brief glance. "And I'm not afraid of getting a little wet. I'll get the water."