Hands free again, she slips her good one into Ellie's and gives it a little squeeze.

"Only because you wouldn't let me name her Potato. My hands were tied."

It's funny to think back on that conversation now, though. It had just been a random encounter, no more special than any other conversation she'd had. If anyone'd told her at the time that in a few months she'd be walking around holding hands with Ellie, that Ellie would have become so fucking important to her, Clarisse would have laughed in their face.

Weird.

"Movie?" she asks as they head out. "Unless you want to go somewhere else. You got any tourist-y shit that'll drive you crazy if you miss it?"