It wouldn't seem unlikely. Clarissa's steps are jaunty and light, kicking up leaves as she skips across the forest floor, all the while still clutching onto her rock. But the wryness in her smile betrays the sarcasm in her performance. Irreverence tends to piss people off and she likes that.

"The woods? Or this town? Because if it's the latter, then...well, call it a stupid question and all. But I gotta ask: leaving to where?"

She casts an eye to the flash of blue glinting through the foliage, far above their heads, before her gaze rolls back to the leaving/loitering stranger.

"I sure as hell can't remember where I was from before winding-up here... This place gives me the heebie-jeebies, but I figure it'd be pretty fucking dense of me to up and leave not knowing what my destination's supposed to be. Do you know where you're headed to?"