Absolutely no intention of changing her mind, Clarke offers a brief half-salute in parting before slipping out the door of Number 6's cabin and turning sharply down the hall. He gets exactly one check up — poking his head out the door to watch her progress, during which time Clarke's got that same hand splayed across her abdomen and the other braced on the wall, but beyond flares of white hot pain she still feels eyes on her and — before she notices. Sets her teeth, furrows her brow, and forces progress towards cabin 108 despite every nerve ending screaming to stop and rest.

Classic stubborn teenager, right here. Walking like she's not a mild inconvenience away from stumbling into a puddle or starting to cry.