It's been a slow afternoon in the infirmary, aside from Barrow occasionally hulking out in his locked room.

Clarisse has already organized the stock of bandages and has mostly been hanging around near the back of the room in case something crazy happens and Barrow needs her. But so far, aside from his raging, nothing has gone on, and she is leaning against the wall next to the door, messing around with a pair of dice. Rolling them around in her hands, trying to get them to land on the same number, then balancing them on the tops of her spread fingers.

It's uncomfortable to listen to Barrow more than anything else. "Dude," she says after a particularly hard slam from the other side of the door, "you're fine, just calm down."