[ clarke is caroline's new amsterdam amy bradley. she's irrationally triggered by the mention of the woman's name, defensive over her irrationality, and endlessly paranoid that the friendships she's so carefully curated will slip out of her hands in favor of someone else. so it's for the best, really, that fitz doesn't say anything about it.

better for caroline to focus on reaffirming her opinion — that fitz is particularly swoon-worthy in his costume, that he's always been in his own way, the scruffy nerd vibe one he carries really, really well. ]

Oh, please. [ the smile she flashes him is fond, sincere even as she rolls her eyes at his self-deprecation; she shakes her head a bit, curls tumbling out of place. ] You know, if you went around asking people to sign up in that get up, I bet you'd get more volunteers.

[ for morningstar, she means. sign up for the cause. which she hasn't done yet, though she's done nothing but help where she can. ]