New Save File 1 is off to a cracking head start. After she had checked out from the hospital perhaps a tad more violently than necessary, and shucked off her open-back gown for a grotty flannel and jeans combo repurposed from a skip, Clarissa had decided upon a walk to attempt to un-clear her head. And maybe try and learn a damn thing about her situation while she's at it.

She'd been drawn here. Something about the height of the trees had felt so inviting. Walking bare foot, Clarissa can feel every brittle snap of twigs and brush of damp foliage against her soles and ankles, and it feels...totally alien. The Earthy smell of the woods floods her mind as it does her lungs and awakens synapses that are still sluggish with the clinging remnants of concussion. Her irritatingly unhelpful conclusion? Not a single thing about this is familiar.

A branch fractures underfoot and Clarissa feels something move too quickly and too coincidentally in her peripherals. Crouching slowly, she draws a rock from the tangle of weeds below, ignoring the skitter of sensory information as the tendons in her fingers flex around it. You don't need that.

Curling the stone behind her back, she takes a slow step in direction of the movement.

"It's rude to spy," she offers aloud to the woods at large. "Loitering... People might think you were up to something. Can I join?"