Claire looks completely unimpressed during the entire presentation. Carol eventually stops crying and just watches it, grinning from ear to ear.

"Can't you use your magic to clean me up?"

Maurice is... slightly surprised by how nonplussed Claire seems. "Hey, did you feel kinda like God for a second at all?"

She gives him a level stare. "No."

Maurice recalls Hannah mentioning it took some time for the other clones to Manifest. "Don't worry, it'll happen soon. Hey, Carol, show Claire your Miracle."

"Can you guys stop talking about your magic and get this slimy slime off me? And Carol sweetie I love you but you're sticking to me and getting slimy too and I really don't like the naked."

Carol nods and lets go of her sister, a tearful grin plastered onto her face.

"So, which do you prefer? Ocean water, or bits of my skin eating off the slime?"

She wrinkles her nose. "Is there a non-disgusting option?"

"What's wrong with water?"

"Would you prefer a shower?"

"Yes."

He takes her hand. "I'm guessing you were a bit distracted during the orientation fireworks, so I'll take you to them."

"I wasn't, I know where they are," she says, and starts walking, followed by her twin.

Maurice follows at a reasonable distance.

Hannah sits down and blinks back anxiety tears.

Along the way they run into Evan, who's having Nat break apart rock samples. Perhaps thankfully, he's dressed. "Uh, okay, two Carols." 

"No, I'm Claire, you can tell by how I'm covered in goo."

Nat successfully bisects this sample.

"Oh. Wait, the Claire?"

Nat looks up at that, but Claire turns to her sister. "Are all your new friends this slow?"

"Claire, don't be rude," Carol says fondly.

"Just the platinum blond ones." He shakes Claire's hand. "I'm Evan. The rock girl is Nat."

Nat raises a hand in a wave. "Hi."

"Hello. What's up with the platinum blond ones?"

"They're my mum's other kids. They're strong enough that sometimes they forget to think."

"Weird way to call your half-siblings."

"They're nice," says Carol. "They've been very nice to me."

"I'm still covered in goo."

"I'm adopted. Oh, and their dad was also my dad and I'm pretty sure Mum had a crush on my first Mum."

"...still half-siblings. Also, still covered in goo, let's go to that shower."

"Want me to go get you clothes?"