Clarisse shrugs a shoulder, because this is the part that's hazy for her, too, and she's tired of trying to untangle it. It makes her head hurt.

"We went on a mission to fuck with some Venatori experiment. Something happened. We weren't ready, but..." She trails off. It's like trying to see through fog. Something happened. Someone did something.

"We did what we were supposed to." Because they turned around and came back, and they wouldn't have without finishing the job. And the two events, the mission and everybody in the Gallows forgetting them, they have to be related, only she doesn't know how or why. She reaches up and rubs idly at one temple.

"Look," she says after a moment, "if I could just get some of my clothes..." She's not going to ask for more than that.