Clarice was turned off her anger quite a bit. Which was all well and good. First Axel, now Vira. What the heck had happened with the world while she were out there in the Wastes. And people called her the "Barbarian". She turned a vicious eye to Axel, the kind of look she usually stunned buffaloes with.<br/><br/>"Getcha act together, Axel. Or there won't be no friends around to hold'cha back when danger's around..."<br/><br/>She gave Vira a taste of the same evil eye before turning and walking out of the room, back to her work in the kitchen. Of course she was gonna clean it up, damn dullger. She looked down at her hand. There was definitely a broken bone somewhere in there, but she couldn't do much about it. It was bleeding good too, probably left a red stain somewhere in that dent. As with all injuries she wrapped it up in some cloth and decided to ignore it. She had plenty of meat to chop up and pack in. So she returned to her cleaver, taking out her aggressions on the poor dead lizard instead.