Clementine watches his genuine surprise, and her own mouth parts, because she assumed, but- It's not like she pays much attention to her real. It's better that way. She doesn't have to want something she can't have. Shit on the other side of the mirror seems a lot better, and people... care. There's just nothing safe about being a mirror, and she gets tired of it.

She shrugs.

"I don't know. I don't know much about my Real. I just thought you wouldn't want to ride with me if I told you the truth before, and I didn't want to go alone."

Even if it meant subjecting someone else to something they clearly didn't really like at all. She thinks her Real wouldn't do that, but maybe she would.