( Oh.

Immediately her features soften, smile blooming into something more real. She's been navigating the edge of trying to hide herself away and being proud of who she is since she got here, but there was still a part of her that didn't want to deal with strangers and their probing questions. Clarice has the feeling mutantkind might not be all that well known around these parts.

John is definitely not a stranger. Clarice still moves, but this time it's to get closer to him, her hand finding his arm, chin tipped up to look at his face. The light reflects all around them and she thinks strangely that this is what happiness feels like. ) And here I was, going to get you a postcard. ( She doesn't lean in to press her lips against his like she wants to. World hopping comes with risks, she's already heard the lectures. He knows her, but he might not know her. Still she can't help the soft way she's looking at him. ) You know, you're really living up to the whole tracker thing. I was impressed the first time. Now I'm super impressed.