A confused frown scurries across Clarke's face, drawing her eyebrows together before she puts the obvious together. Just like that the frown evaporates back into a smile as she vainly tries to swipe away the paint from the opposite cheek.

"Just a little bit, yeah," she agrees as she closes the door behind Molly. "I had an itch that I couldn't let go of. But now that I've scratched it, I'm all yours."

Wiping her hands once again on her smock, she gestures for Molly to make herself at home. "Can I get you anything?"