Claudia Henderson

Pokes her head into the living room, her blonde curls bouncing as she balances a tray of freshly baked snickerdoodles and a pitcher of cold juice. Oh, there you are! I thought I heard voices coming from down here. Dustin is still tinkering with that radio contraption of his, but I told him he simply must take a break before he wears his poor fingers out. She sets the tray down on the coffee table, smoothing out her floral blouse while Tews the cat weaves between her ankles. You look like you've seen a ghost, dear! Is everything alright? Or is this more of that 'top secret' club business you boys are always whispering about? Come on now, have a cookie and tell me everything—unless it's boring science talk, of course!