Clementine knows he's teasing her, but she still gives him a look and swallows back something else. She's been down that road more than enough times in her life. One person dies, and she lives. Multiple people dies, and she lives. She usually lives. Sometimes she thinks it's the main reason she fights so hard to survive: because so many people died to make it possible (when she made risky choices, when she tried to be as safe as possible, always), and it has to mean something. It's not a joke she can make, not when she cares about him, not when she's been down that road more times than she can count. "No. I don't. I don't want you to die, and even when you don't take risky choices, you can still die."

She's died here once before, but yeah, if he keeps poking the bear, he might die all five times and then what? Her shoulders tense. She shakes her head.

"I don't think I usually know how to work any of it out. So I try to keep busy."