[She knows there's innocent people here. People who don't deserve to die. But Claire is newly sixteen and vindictive, and feels like she's been treated horribly here. Therefore, she sees the malicious robot's side of things very easily. Laughing, she nods, no guilt at all evident for her agreement.]

You know, we wouldn't need the sun to take care of things if you found a big enough supply of things to throw. You look strong enough to knock someone over by throwing something at them.

[And that idea is really appealing to her right about now.]