Clarice lives in Mafaton, for the time being; it has the advantage of being clearly xenian-friendly, at least comparatively. And even if he's not the one she knows, having Erik as deputy sheriff is lightly comforting.

She's coming home from a day of trading with a small bag of food slung over one shoulder, and narrowly misses running into Barbara. "Crap - sorry." She'd let he mind wander.