"Maybe less like a Roomba and more like... a sponge?" That's how Clarisse is picturing it, anyway. The dirt getting sucked down into the floor somehow. Never mind that it definitely isn't happening like that in reality.

"Yeah, kind of." She's looking him over more closely now. She feels like she can clock other rifters pretty well, not just by their clothes but by their attitudes. The fact that this guy namedropped the Roomba helps, too. "I play basketball at the University of Arizona." A pause. "Played," she corrects, sounding resigned to it now.