"Oh." It's an oh of recognition, not surprise. Clarisse looks up from unpacking, a little flush creeping across her own face. "Yeah, I guess."

And she hadn't said anything, because... Because? She hadn't wanted to make things weird again, mostly. She hadn't wanted to make Abby feel bad for telling someone, even if she picked a fucking blabbermouth.

"He was being really weird, so—" So it doesn't count?? Or something?? "Who knows what he was actually talking about." There.