[There is a moment where she has to look up what that is, having figured it out somewhat contextually. But she's quick about it, instead of asking it out loud. (Clarke rarely asks anyone out loud what their references mean, unless it's a matter of sharing.)

She looks forward at his question. Seeing the city gutted like this and knowing that the rest of the world is in this shape is—difficult, to say the least. Her brow furrows.]

It hasn't been this bad here yet. Up to now, I could argue that we could do right by this world. But a few of us think that the trip to Antarctica may have done something, and then this happens so soon after? [The math adds up in a really ugly way.]