Clarice is sitting on the edge of the pool, idly wishing she'd acquired a swimsuit at some point in her stay in Baedal. The water looks inviting, but she's not wearing much under her light belted dress. Instead, she's just removed her ankle boots to trail her bare feet in the water.

She doesn't (quite) startle when the man breaks the water - she's sitting near enough to the ladder that it's to be expected.

"I imagine it's hard to get much exercise when people keep falling in," she observes to him, amused, in a light way that may or may not invite more conversation.

She came to the party to be with people. She might as well actually talk to some of them.