"Death masks?" Clarice has her hood up today; it's chilly enough not to be weird, but she's still trying to figure out which neighborhoods like xenians and which ones really don't, too. Angela, though, can certainly see the marking son her face, if not the color right off. She can also see that Clarice's eyes lack pupils or true whites, but are a solid nearly pearlescent color.

There are weirder things than the phrase "death mask." But Clarice's tone is curious, and mainly friendly.