Clarice is only slightly better off than Richie because she's had copious amounts of therapy. Though, given who her therapist was, that might be extremely questionable anyway.

She's armed, but the Colt is in a pancake holster over her ribs, and she doesn't look like she's about to pull it any time soon, too engrossed in her surroundings and too confused by the sudden influx of information from the Data Point. The thing was like taking a wrecking ball to her mind palace, and she's picking through the rubble both literally and figuratively as she catches sight of him.

"... Hello."