"Maybe," she mutters, because what is Abby, psychic? On a rock. Jeez.

Abby's got her wrist, and Clarisse doesn't exactly mind, but she is a little thrown by the way Abby's questioning her. She doesn't sound mad, but like she's... worried, or something. Clarisse didn't expect it.

"Nothing's going on." Which is more or less true. "I went—" Ughhhh, this is gonna sound so stupid. "I went to Long Island today to look around at the spot where my camp's supposed to be. I mean. Would be, if this was the right universe, which it's not. Anyway, I got pissed off and it was... stupid." The last word's almost a sigh.