[Clarke's arrival is punctual. She gets there ten minutes early, taking the opportunity to take a walk through the garden before she takes the finding path toward the spot where Ball asked them to meet. A white mask hangs around her neck, meant to keep out toxins, but she otherwise doesn't look worse for wear given the high temperatures and burning sun. On the contrary, it's almost as if she's untouched by it. Either she's not been outside, or—she's immune.

(Hint: it's the latter.)

She carries a bag, not out of convenience or for any real reason, but because it's the only way to carry her gun. She told Markus there would be a gun on hand. She wasn't lying. Anyone who knows her can guess what she's carrying, but it's not like there seems to be any guards on hand. Good.

Now, she's sitting there, eyeing the food in front of her. Clarke has heard stories growing up about how it was to get the news about the Earth literally burning from a series of bombs. She has a sense that it didn't look different from how it looks outside of this garden.]

We do. For the record, you're surprisingly calm given the number of people dead out there. [Clarke is calm, too. That doesn't matter. It's with the tense air that she always carries.]

Do you have anything to do with that particular "this"?