Clarisse almost trips over the guy, crouched down in the hallway as he is. She has to dodge him, which she manages pretty nicely, she thinks. She's about to lay into him about watching where he parks his rude ass, but he's already asking her a question, as if the near-collision never happened.
She looks at him, then at the runes. She's wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie that's seen better days; actually, her entire outfit looks pretty nasty by this point. Anyway, she's not native, is the point. That'd be obvious even if it weren't for the anchor shard in her palm.
"I think they keep the floor clean." She's... half-right?
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She looks at him, then at the runes. She's wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie that's seen better days; actually, her entire outfit looks pretty nasty by this point. Anyway, she's not native, is the point. That'd be obvious even if it weren't for the anchor shard in her palm.
"I think they keep the floor clean." She's... half-right?