You couldn't have been held for long. Before I answer the rest, I need—[No, she stops. That phrasing direction is dangerous. She backpedals. Breathes out. Starts again.]—there's something important that I'd like to get across. [Another pause, only so that she can make sure she doesn't slip up again. For all her worries about image, Clarke has been careful not to use the drug against someone, even unintentionally, for a long time. That won't change now.

Even if her own morality could be up for question, even if she can't say she'd never use it. She's cautious.]

We weren't brought here for a reason. For an agenda. It was all a really stupid mistake by one man. He messed with a god, hurt it enough that it broke the fabric of reality, and it ended up becoming a part of us.

[She takes a sip of her water.]

I don't think now is the time to be looking for enemies. It won't help. I understand the instinct, but it won't.