Clarisse hesitates, then steps out to lean against the railing next to Ellie. For once, her hair's not up in a bandana or ratty ponytail, and it's hanging down around her face in messy waves, blocking Ellie from her view.

"But you can still use it, right? Like, to fight."

That's the most important thing, especially with what they're gearing up to do. The number of people they have who are good with guns is already limited.