[Though Karlach's tone was harsh, it was for the subject, not for Clarisse herself. As soon as the conversation turns away from Zariel the rigidity disappears from her shoulders. She gives herself a small shake, a good sigh as she settles, putting away her anger like she would any other weapon. She and it are good old chums.

Right in time to listen to some truly dream-level shit. Karlach remembers freedom, but it's been a long time. Her entire adult life, actually.]

Really? Not so much as a by-your-leave?

[She laughs, full-chested and unable to suppress a shuffle of excitement.]

Can't wait to run fucking wild. But- [She holds a hand up, like she's physically marking a space between the two-] After I meet the new boss.

Please tell me he's not a dickhead. If he is I could deal with it, but hope springs eternal.