"Yeah," Clarisse says, honest. "I'm happy."

It's true, and maybe she didn't realize it until this exact moment. Not that she's happy, but how happy she is. Even rolling out of bed in the morning with the sun barely up, ready for drills and work. Even doing thankless heavy lifting, or riding out for a mission where she knows she'll end up dirty and exhausted and maybe hurt. Happy.

She clears her throat, a little embarrassed.

"What about you? You, like, seeing anybody?"