[ Claire's had to leave her room, she can't stand seeing herself cowering on the battlefield, and she can't watch Jamie suffer any longer either. She has to get out of that space so she does, wandering the mansion not at all concentrating on where she's going, just wandering. When she comes upon Mr. Reddington and his scotch, however, she pauses and looks at him, letting out a breath. ]
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Would you be willing to share your spirits?
[ Asked as she gestures toward the bottle. ]