Clarisse stares after her. "Is that a real thing?" Like a slogan or something? It's so... hokey. But maybe in a world like this, that's what people need. Who's Clarisse to judge them? (She is kind of judging, though.)

She follows Abby around to the side of the house. There are bushes along the side, overgrown and thorny, and half covering what was once an AC unit. There's a window next to it they could bust open.

"So why were you joining up with them?" She doesn't know enough of the specifics to understand why a person would want to join one group over the other, but she figures there's probably different pros and cons for different people.