Flat, unaffected, bordering on unimpressed — "...sounds scary."

It's a vivid picture he paints, and one that really ought to ignite her deeper survival instincts, but. A world covered in radioactive ash, sky a mix of fire-orange and the thick, dark smoke of oblivion chasing her down... Clarke quietly thinks the ground could split between the two of them right now and it really wouldn't come as much of a jumpscare.

Speaking of the ground, she's looking again to the rock nestled in the dirt between them. And reaches out a hand to pick it up.

"All of that, just with this and a little bit of bloodshed?"