( the clarke he's dealing with now is only different in that she lacks experience. this is her second month on earth, and she will go on to experience almost a whole year after mount weather. more bloodshed, more atrocities, more responsibility, more heartbreak. she's still new to the awfulness of mankind here, but quickly finding her feet. maybe second guessing an instinct or two, which is what lead her to ask palamedes his opinion just now — but still so firmly set in her own.

it's too good to be true. why isn't anyone else balking? why isn't anyone else asking questions, or trying to get out? why isn't anyone else worried about the friends they left outside this maze of underground hallways and radiation protection?

at the very least, pal doesn't call her crazy or storm off to find more food. she thinks for a moment. )

...They have the means to take in 48 of us at a moments notice. They're feeding us, treating our wounds, clothing us, cleaning us, housing us. Nobody does that, nobody wastes resources on strangers like that. I don't know what they want from us yet, but there has to be something.

( in less than 24 hours, she'll know. and will be able to trace it back to dante wallace almost explicitly telling her: your ability to metabolize that radiation is even stronger... )