"You know I am," Clarisse murmurs as they walk through the door.

It's quiet inside, most of the others asleep by this point in the night. Clarisse doesn't look too hard to pinpoint who's still up and who might be watching them. She slips her hand out of Ellie's, but only so she can bend to grab her sleeping bag and pillow and drag them next to where Ellie's are set up already.

"Okay," she says.