Ness can maybe be forgiven for not realizing that what the fuck didn't come from her own head—she's a bit distracted by trying not to lose her scalp. It's not until Clarisse has stalked over and taken care of the situation that she realizes that anything is amiss, and she can see that while Clarisse's mouth forms "Artie", she very distinctly hears not again.

It's not the first time this has happened, and Ness is just glad it's not a native whose head she's ended up in this time—her understanding of blood magic is far from comprehensive, but she can't imagine any sort of telepathy would be overly accepted here.

Artie lets go of her hair to go for the bacon, and Ness ducks quickly away from him, making sure to face both him and Clarisse, just in case.

The silence that follows is, in a word, awkward.

"So," she says, "this happens often?"

Artie eating hair, that is—telepathy probably isn't a common occurrence.