Clarisse is... well, she's in her office, if not concentrating. She has some paperwork sitting in front of her, but when Benedict pops his head in he definitely catches her doodling on her forearm with some black ink and a little brush.

"Oh, hey." A very smooth recovery as she sits up straight and smears ink across one of the papers with her arm.

"Fuck. Uh, yeah, actually. Coffee sounds good."