Clementine has her arms still folded across her chest, but her expression softens at least. It's not like she usually cares about joking about most shit. She swallows thickly, getting he understands too. He's seen people die. He's killed someone before they could turn.

He gets it.

"It's okay. Sometimes people have to joke about shit to get by. I get it, but if you are out there poking Wonderland, it just might poke back. And it's got a way bigger finger."

So y'know. "Be careful."