[ Clarisse recognizes the voice. Sort of. It's more a mental pull than real recognition. Her head snaps up and she hauls herself back to her feet, edging down the hall toward the girl's front door. ]

Hey. [ She rests her forehead against the door and shuts her eyes, trying to soothe her pounding head. ] I didn't follow you here, I swear. I live here. There's... an entrance in Phoenix... You need to open the door or I'm gonna die. [ She swallows. ] Please.