Claudia lays flat on her back, teeth gritted, panting. Parts of her skin feels like it's on fire, others tingle and buzz like there's something under it.

But suffering is what Claudia lives for. She doesn't need a break, she needs to keep going.

"Do we have to beat up the other guys?" she asks, hauling herself up to a sitting position. There's at least a dozen more masked people in this room. "Or can we just take down that guy?" Claudia raises a hand and points it directly at Burton Bland standing at the back of the auditorium.

"Oh, and there's snacks??" Hell yes. Claudia ruins her own badass moment by scrambling to her feet to follow Fiona for some baby carrots and dip.