[ clarisse steps inside as soon as rachel opens the door, expecting to get straight to business because that's how she rolls. she barely even hears rachel's "hey," too lost in her own head to notice, but she stops her charge into the middle of the room and turns when rachel asks how she is. uh. she frowns, slightly perplexed. ] ... Fine? [ it's not supposed to sound like a question, but she's really not accustomed to small talk. it's pointless, in her opinion, so she's just going to get straight to it. ] I need to talk to you about visions.
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