When Claire hears Jax's voice, she turns and sees him, dripping wet and remembers almost immediately his disdain for cold weather. Oh, she can only imagine how pissed he is and it would be an outright lie if she didn't say her infamous New York temper was ramping up. You wouldn't know it though.

She moves towards him, pulling a folded blanket out from under her arm to drape over his shoulders.

"Sure looks that way." Claire answers, unfolding the towel next she grabs from a nearby pile brought over by Kira. She hands it to him. "Here, try and dry off as best as you can. You and your California blood won't do well against hypothermia."

She smirks. Just a little teasing. Enough to maybe get him to not lose his shit completely.