Claire pursed her lips. Maybe Gareth was correct in assuming the treasure was fake, or maybe he wasn't and she was reading the situation wrong. She sighed then and tried to relax into the seat for the time being. She smoothed her hands over her legs and looked down at her hands. "Whether it is real or not, I supposed we're going to find out soon enough," she said, glancing up and over to Gareth, then Quentin. She gave pause as she peered at the bigger man for a moment longer than necessary. Lord, he was easy on the eyes, she thought and then averted her gaze toward the window so she wouldn't sit there staring like some sort of ninny. Hopefully, the reporter had missed the way she appreciated Quentin's looks. It would be a stupid thing for him to focus on anyway, she thought. Gah, why was she even thinking about it?