[His eyes are on the booths but he keeps checking on Bernadetta from the corner of his eye, not wanting to leave her behind.]

I did. Fresh out of the mirror...or in my case, a lake. [Claude chuckles, trying to recall what that booth with the gnarled looking root was claiming...some kind of muscle relaxer for growing pains?] Not the highlight of my life, but I'm trying to adapt.

[He turns to eye Bernadetta more fully, small smile on his face] How long have you been here?