"We have more than a passing acquaintance," said Death sympathetically. "It's not something you humans were really built for, but around here, it's getting downright common. You, your uncle Peter, a chap named Captain Jack Harkness--if you see a large set of shiny teeth, they're probably attached to his face--and a few others."

Death reached out and affectionately toyed with a lock of Claire's long hair. "Like I said, you humans aren't really built for the situation you find yourself in, but you're actually doing remarkably well. You're quite a young lady, Claire Bennet."