It takes a moment for Clarisse to process his answer, and then—"Oh."

Wow. Stupid of her, but she'd almost forgotten that bad shit can be as mundane as a car crash.

"No," she says, in answer to his question. "I was fighting something, but it wasn't really a battle." Just a monster, down in the Labyrinth. It's not something she particularly likes remembering, but she did ask for it by bringing up the scars on his hands first.