"Yeah, I guess he is." George took a step toward Carlos, then turned back to Clarice. "If...you want to talk, you know, about...things, let me know, okay?"

"Sure, George," Clarice said. She glanced up once and gave George a less than completely convincing smile, then her eyes went back to the weaving project. "Ah'll do that."

"Uhm...okay." She was a little uneasy about Clarice's mental state, but there wasn't really much she could do and Clarice seemed ready to be alone again. Or at least to stop talking about it.

George walked up to Carlos. "Hello, sailor. Looking for a good time?"