As one who also tends to flit from one crisis to another, that's an incredibly apt but mildly upsetting sentiment that Gideon parses out. Please never say fleshpit again, it's a horrifying visual. But Clarke shakes off a mild dismay at phrasing, somehow manages to brighten a little more when the taller girl braces herself and seems ready to dive head first into the grit of their new reality.

...a weird sort of brighten, though. Delight not yet worn off from finally having met the Ninth House cavalier, but apprehension because this is a... somewhat delicate subject? And a little depressing the more one thought about it. It's just hard to share, but here goes nothing:

"More than a few people have plans around here, and they differ. Some want to help the Captain because they think he'll eventually grow a conscious and drop us off somewhere to live out our lives instead of killing us all. Some want to force their way out of this pocket universe, but that hasn't worked for anyone who tried. Some want to kill the Captain, even though it's a commonly accepted hypothesis that killing the Captain would kill all of us on board."

Two guesses where on that spectrum Clarke falls. Hint: it's not the popular option.