Clarisse finds the nearest bed and sits on the end of it, watching Abby while she crosses the room and tears off some bandages. She reaches up and massages the back of her own neck, pauses with a wince as her palm brushes up against the knot behind her ear.
"I don't remember any of that," she admits. It's embarrassing knowing that he took her down like that with zero trouble, and the embarrassment pisses her off. She'd like to go give Barrow a few good hits to remind him who's in charge, but acknowledges that too many sudden movements might not be a good idea just yet.
"Fuck Barrow," she mutters. What's his problem? And the room all messed up, the door destroyed—Clarisse knew he was strong, but not so strong it'd take both Abby and Lazar to get him under control.
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Clarisse finds the nearest bed and sits on the end of it, watching Abby while she crosses the room and tears off some bandages. She reaches up and massages the back of her own neck, pauses with a wince as her palm brushes up against the knot behind her ear.
"I don't remember any of that," she admits. It's embarrassing knowing that he took her down like that with zero trouble, and the embarrassment pisses her off. She'd like to go give Barrow a few good hits to remind him who's in charge, but acknowledges that too many sudden movements might not be a good idea just yet.
"Fuck Barrow," she mutters. What's his problem? And the room all messed up, the door destroyed—Clarisse knew he was strong, but not so strong it'd take both Abby and Lazar to get him under control.