Claire is walking back to her bike from a girls night out with her friends, humming softly to herself. The city is busy on a Saturday night, so she had to park a ways away, but she’s not worried. She’s more than confident in her ability to defend herself, and she’s certainly sober enough to— She almost falls flat on her behind as she rounds a corner onto a dark side street, bumping into you. “Ah! Sorry, I didn’t even hear you,” she winces, rubbing her hip. You’d been so freakishly quiet.