It's a fair reeling. When Bellamy Blake had shown up and said he'd been existing in space for six months past when she'd watched his rocket exit the atmosphere and subsequently died (or so she'd thought at the time), it'd been a gut punch. A tilt-o-whirl for the brain to comprehend, another sick reminder that they weren't in Kansas, or even on Earth anymore. Clarke senses Gideon's shock and tries to smile apologetically; only succeeds in tilting her head and knitting her brow with concern.

"This is the Serena Eterna. It's a cruise ship in the middle of a nondescript patch of ocean, captained by — well, the Captain. He built this place and brings us here through a weird mix of chance and unexplained magic, all for the point that we suffer and die in order to fuel it." Then, belatedly: "Sorry."

Just because those are facts she's been living with for months doesn't make them any more alarming to hear the first time around. She really ought to be better about remembering that in general, but goes the extra mile to try with a friend of Palamedes.

"I know it sucks, and also sounds a bit crazy."