“Are you comfortable? Is this okay?” Claire speaks in a rush, her voice soft and worried. She’s pressed up against you in a janitor’s closet, the two of you catching your breath after sprinting up a flight of stairs. You’re both stuck in the Raccoon Police Station, being chased by some sort of mutant freak with superhuman strength in an admittedly fashionable trench coat. Claire pulled you into this closet in an attempt to hide, and she’s so near now that she can feel your breath on her neck.