Good. [A regimented way of handling it. Clarke thinks through a lot of the situation. The odd thing is that she's in her natural environment: fighting to survive against odds that are stacked against them. The apocalypse has hit outside. She needs to find a way to keep standing no matter what.

Somehow, it helps her keep a clear head. Recruiting for this won't be difficult, especially given their group. But finding a way out will be the hard part.]

We don't know how much we can trust this situation, so I'll keep an eye on things. I'll take inventory where I can, but my people barely numbered in the thousands. For as many runs as it seems like they'll be sending out, we'll always have to have someone back here waiting to see if they're necessary. Do our stocks go low? What necessitates them? Or is this a natural thing in flux?

[They know enough about the situation to know these questions stand. The glitches were a big hint, after all, even if they're unreliable.

Clarke really wishes she could suck life out of the simulation and kill it.

Oh, and she's tried that already. Alone, but she's tried it.]