Oh God, what was BARRY going to say about this?
If they were ever going to make it out of here, that is?
… God dammit, don’t you DARE start thinking that way now, Claire. So, that’s right, just take a few deep, deep breaths yourself, because right now, you REALLY need to stay calm. You just came to, it’s alright to be a little… frazzled, especially when waking up in a place like this… But right now, Moira really didn’t need to see her panicking along with her. And honestly, jokes aside, it wasn’t as if she was actually NEW to this sort of situation, not that she had been DYING to RELIVE it after all these years.
“Moira, it’s okay,” She began, a small if not exhausted little smile offered to the girl as her own hands reached up to hold her in return. As she waited for her to collect herself, if not just a little, the redhead found the need to continue assuring the other.
“We’re gonna get oughta here, I promise.”
NO, NO, NO! This wasn't happening. She didn't just wake up in a disgusting, old prison cell and there wasn't a bracelet clamped on her wrist, biting at the skin, glowing a shade of orange against her face. THIS WASN'T HAPPENING. It felt difficult to breathe then, limbs shaking and mind envisioning the worst possible scenarios.
Get it together, she told herself, everything's going to be fine...everything's going to be fine. They're gonna find a way out of this shithole and everything will be back to normal! Easy, right?
“I...okay. Okay,” she drew in an unsteady breath, hands hesitantly loosening their grip on Claire's shoulders, "I just...I don't fucking get it, Claire. What the fuck just happened? Where the hell are we!?"