She wants to ask if Ellie's okay. She wants to take a breath and let herself process what just happened. But then Ellie says that, and it feels like a punch to the gut. Clarisse's eyes go wide for a second, surprised, but then she tenses, jaw going tight. It's the first time she's ever looked at Ellie like that, and she doesn't like it.

"Ellie—" She doesn't trust herself to say anything else.

Instead she gives the pipe a shake, sending blood raining down on the tile at her feet, and walks to the open doorway of the storage room. It's all quiet in there now, but she's not sure whether she can trust the silence.