— sorry. ( and she means it, but the air of genuine apology is lacking from clarke's voice. she's still entirely wrapped up in the swirl of questions and concerns about this entire situation to put any real energy into fussing over a stranger she's bumped into. or to care about the light
the burns on her face had stung when subjected to the saltwater spray kicked up by the ships engines and gal friday had gifted her a topical steroid shortly after their safety brief, so clarke knows she's not exactly looking her best in this moment. it just hadn't been the biggest matter of importance when the alternative was trying to figure out exactly what creepy hell hole she's fallen into. she was still alive, might as well keep going.
but literally crashing into concern has clarke pausing, stumbling over an honest explanation that doesn't leave her feeling like she's told anyone too much before figuring out if they were someone to trust or not. )
( also rita's outfit is a delight, she has a soft spot with teenagers rocking goggles, but the long train of fabric seems impractical. no fashion police here, though. )
no subject
the burns on her face had stung when subjected to the saltwater spray kicked up by the ships engines and gal friday had gifted her a topical steroid shortly after their safety brief, so clarke knows she's not exactly looking her best in this moment. it just hadn't been the biggest matter of importance when the alternative was trying to figure out exactly what creepy hell hole she's fallen into. she was still alive, might as well keep going.
but literally crashing into concern has clarke pausing, stumbling over an honest explanation that doesn't leave her feeling like she's told anyone too much before figuring out if they were someone to trust or not. )
Nuclear radiation. It's fine, I'm fine. It'll probably heal.
( also rita's outfit is a delight, she has a soft spot with teenagers rocking goggles, but the long train of fabric seems impractical. no fashion police here, though. )