The days following the victory party and Clarke's disappointing attempt on the Captain's life are... An odd sort of blur. Immediately after, she runs with Natsuno to the arcade in some desperate attempt to decompress (and maybe not cry over the futility of their existence on the ship), then spends long waking hours holed up with Venti trying to put her failures to good use and plot their next assault. Then, while Friday is still incapacitated and the likes of Ebalon and Beetlejuice are left to welcome to newcomers, her first friend from home arrives and breathes life back into her resolve. So, you know, you lose some you win some.

Either way, Clarke's not honestly slept since she woke up from death, and looks it. The sudden appearance of another girl hanging from the ceiling almost earns a yelp — swallowed back at the last, squeaky second — and these hands almost set to flying because what the actual hell?

After a second, she recognizes the girl who'd helped lower her into the water for her fruitless quest to reach the island again. Okay, maybe not an immediate threat, but still worth the reprimand — "Do you think it's a great idea to jump out and scare people here? When half of us literally just died?"

Jumpy. Not super angry, but fear folds over itself until it looks a lot like frustrated, muted rage. Belatedly, Darcy's opening words register, and Clarke has to take a calming breath before continuing.

"'Managed' is generous. It didn't do any good."