( she barely hears koby speak until she looks over and sees that he is, actually, talking. if he hadn't been sitting right next to her, clarisse probably wouldn't have noticed him. maybe that's why there's death scrawled at the bottom of his card. or maybe the kid just has zero command of his own presence. )

Beats me. ( she shrugs, picking up the card and running a finger down the side of it. ) Almost sharp enough to be a weapon in a pinch. ( then she nods to koby's card, arching an eyebrow. ) Is that supposed to be metaphorical or are you actually dead? Dying? Harbinger of death?

( which might sound rude, but it's not totally out of the realm of possibility. she doesn't know how this place works, exactly, but if they can pull anyone from anywhere, surely they can pull people from the brink of death, too. and she can't imagine this tiny little squirt is some kind of death machine. )