( she's actually the least funny person maybe in existence, but thanks for believing in her john. it means... very little in the moment, not when put up against the fact that, yanno. they're on a boat in the middle of nowhere, against their will. clarke also couldn't care much if alcoholic disaster was his default or not: maybe flirting with the definition of liability, being naked and vomiting. but he's standing, he's talking. and there's a sort of instant conspiratorial nature between kidnap victims that undermines any kneejerk judgements of character flaws.
tl;dr: she doesn't care, but still thinks they should find him some pants. )
It's Clarke. ( clarke, who's busy casting around for any sort of clothing rack nearby. she sees lifebuoy's attached to the side railing and, a little further down, some deckchairs with complimentary towels folded neatly at the foot of the mesh recliners. perfect. ) And I'll get you a towel.
( serious, down to business, unwilling to be deterred now that she's chosen to help. she'll be down the walkway and back with two towels in a matter of moments. )
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tl;dr: she doesn't care, but still thinks they should find him some pants. )
It's Clarke. ( clarke, who's busy casting around for any sort of clothing rack nearby. she sees lifebuoy's attached to the side railing and, a little further down, some deckchairs with complimentary towels folded neatly at the foot of the mesh recliners. perfect. ) And I'll get you a towel.
( serious, down to business, unwilling to be deterred now that she's chosen to help. she'll be down the walkway and back with two towels in a matter of moments. )