Claire blinks when he looks at her like that, irrational anger flashing within her for a moment - he's being silly over a stranger. But she thinks she understands.

She's been wearing a beanie hat against the cold, even though they're out of the snow now. Quickly she whips it off, mud and all, and eases it on the dead girl's head, gagging only a little when her fingers feel the flat emptyness beneath the felt.

She also closes the eyes, but her tears aren't mourning; they're all from self pity.