Being the sort that is constantly sleeping with one eye open, although in this case it's less because of worry of the authorities and more concern that her fellow passengers are as bad if not worse then she is, Clarisse is up in an instant, although little good it does her. Jostled and shaken around, she waits for things to settle down before pulling herself out of her sleeping compartment. The place was a wreck, and her heart skipped a beat...quickly, she went to the floor, even in the dark, to try and discover what happened to her gear. Compact and concealed, it was the best she could purchase in terms of subterfuge and other sorts of sneaky activities. Unfortunately, the stuff was somewhat fragile...normal bumps sure, but a crash like this probably means that only some of the stuff is still functional. After a moment she just gathers up all she can find by feel, tosses them into her bag if she can locate it (otherwise she uses her bedclothing) and immediately heads out of the room...who knows what caused the crash? She wasn't going to stick around here, that's for certain!