[Clarke has always had a way of carrying herself: of moving without any care for the people around her. If she has a goal in mind, she'll get there. She's not as good as parting a crowd as Lexa once was—but she can hold her own if given the opportunity. Despite being of average height, she moves inside with her eyes pointed forward, directly on the goal. She has no problem keeping track of Alex at the same time.
It's a good thing she'd been in this world for a while. All the people would suffocate her and overwhelm her. It had her first night here. Clarke had been direct and moved with purpose, all until she took in her surroundings and realized where she was. What kind of place it was.
Once they reach the elevator, they have to stand in line. ... And then it's time to head up. Clarke leads Alex in, and they're followed in by a few others. Her fingers on the top button for the building catches some eyes, but it doesn't keep them from being able to head there.
Most of the con goers empty out long before they reach that floor. Or rather: all of them. As she has through most of this, Clarke steps out onto the top-most floor, and turns toward a large plate of glass nearby. The view of the city at this hour is phenomenal. Bright lights, neon and otherwise, with hundreds of people down below. There are cars that swing by just overhead, and the city is alive. Given that it's nighttime, even Clarke's a little at awe of it. In fact, she just places a single hand on the glass, looking outward.]
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It's a good thing she'd been in this world for a while. All the people would suffocate her and overwhelm her. It had her first night here. Clarke had been direct and moved with purpose, all until she took in her surroundings and realized where she was. What kind of place it was.
Once they reach the elevator, they have to stand in line. ... And then it's time to head up. Clarke leads Alex in, and they're followed in by a few others. Her fingers on the top button for the building catches some eyes, but it doesn't keep them from being able to head there.
Most of the con goers empty out long before they reach that floor. Or rather: all of them. As she has through most of this, Clarke steps out onto the top-most floor, and turns toward a large plate of glass nearby. The view of the city at this hour is phenomenal. Bright lights, neon and otherwise, with hundreds of people down below. There are cars that swing by just overhead, and the city is alive. Given that it's nighttime, even Clarke's a little at awe of it. In fact, she just places a single hand on the glass, looking outward.]