Clarice tells the kids to just go home and rest up after the big school raid, and they look at her with hollow freaked-out eyes and scatter. I wonder if the politics of this are such that we can make assumptions, but you best believe that somebody would have eaten shit if they'd tried that at a regular school on Earth. Rayanne Graff's mom would throw a fucking wobbler. But maybe because of the school involved, the people are all super-conservative and think the word "terrorist" is magic and so in this one case, some-counterintuitive-how, privacy is less a conservative issue and more like one of those "civil liberties" that always leads to sodomy or whatever.

When Clarice is alone in the trashed hallway, she slides down the wall and almost freaks out, then starts smashing her fist against the locker, and then curls up on the floor and starts crying with her hands on her face. Nothing will fuck up your day like having your teenage army of sociopaths getting their lockers searched, because it means that your perfect cover is no longer so perfect, which in turn means that the salvation of the human race is threatened in the one place you thought was not only safe, but -- like Amanda's house, Zoë's room -- your personal territory.

All of which is sad and scary, but hard to get to because her entire character's arc is in the acting and the emotions so far, so it seems like a lot of people have trouble understanding what's up with her, which always defaults to "this story is boring" instead of "I wonder what's going on with her, because she's very much alone and very driven by her beliefs, but has a personal life that's clearly being revealed slowly so we'll accept her more sympathetically when it's time." ("You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.") At which point I guess they'll have her explain it in some awkward expository speech and then we'll all be caught up again.