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Clay’s, or should I say Clarice’s eyebrows are shot up in surprise at the sight of that ever so familiar figure. Her first instinct is to greet the boy, tell her how much she missed him, and bombard him with questions about how he spent his time away from here. She holds it all back though, reflecting on what happened between her and Chell. Oh and of course there was the fact that Clay Clarice had a woman’s body at the moment, and that alone would make things quite disastrous.
So instead of saying anything that would give her identity away, she tips her hat in greeting. Clarice’s face barely shows emotion, her mouth quirked in just a slight smile. “Howdy, young man.”
He's been gone for a while-- not gone gone, so much as aimless wandering and he guesses it's in his blood to neglect to come 'home' when he's more preoccupied with going out and about and making an ironic mockery of wandering travelers from times past. Or something along those lines-- it was more an exploration of the limited area they had in this new world, produced by his own boredom, but same difference.
Among the changed things was Clay, a former roommate, unbeknownst to Dave-- Although the woman gave off an air of familiarity, from her speech to the little hat tip he was certain he had experienced before. Still, he couldn't place a name to the face, so maybe she was a stranger after all and it was just an odd case of deja vu.
"Howdy? You some kind of Southern belle or something?"
Although aside from the hint of sarcasm present in most of the things Dave had to say, there wasn't any real animosity-- strange sense of familiarity aside, there was no reason for it anyway, right?
"Right, howdy, Miss."
