[Clarke has had a Day, but that seems to be the case for everyone involved. For all that it's been a day, she seems to be more in her element than usual. Survival instincts have kicked in. She knows what it's like to feel like she's going to die, and how to respond when she has no choice but to do what's necessary for her people. These are her people. Stephen Strange had made sure of it, when she might have decided to cut that number down to two (Bellamy and Murphy), complete with leaving them hanging while she went off to do something else.
She still wants those answers, but she has to settle with ... this. Searching, finding things. When Loki hums a tune, she turns a corner with raised eyebrows. It's more familiar than anything. She may not have been ... immediately privy to his Lady Gaga concert, but she heard it. They all did. They all knew who was responsible for it.]
You like to sing. [It's not a remark that's meant to get a response.
Clarke drifts closer, and her eyes fall to his hands and what he's currently taking. Needless to say, it's not something she feels is necessary.]
I'll be surprised if they even let that inside. You realize that there's limited space?
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She still wants those answers, but she has to settle with ... this. Searching, finding things. When Loki hums a tune, she turns a corner with raised eyebrows. It's more familiar than anything. She may not have been ... immediately privy to his Lady Gaga concert, but she heard it. They all did. They all knew who was responsible for it.]
You like to sing. [It's not a remark that's meant to get a response.
Clarke drifts closer, and her eyes fall to his hands and what he's currently taking. Needless to say, it's not something she feels is necessary.]
I'll be surprised if they even let that inside. You realize that there's limited space?