( the unfortunate native she'd cornered quietly, and a little apprehensively, takes eddie's presence as a cue to slip away from clarisse's attention, which she turns almost immediately to that familiar voice, the familiar dumb grin he's always trying to hide. )

Well, shit, speak of the devil —

( she is laughing, because the timing feels a little too perfect. did someone light up the nerd signal when she got here? she waves her hand in the world's most sarcastically half-assed bow, then punches eddie's shoulder as playfully as possible so as not to bruise his delicate nerdliness. )

Nice to see you too, Your Majesty. Where's Harrington? Figured you two would be attached at the hip over here in hippie-land.

( pulling her punches? clarisse? never. it's almost like she never left. )