"Something like that. You make it sound romantic, but yeah, I have a duty to the living and dead. Which includes the people and ghosts here, even if my Geist isn't here to enforce it. If you're angling to ask for help in getting us out of here, I'm already on it. I've been helping Skulduggery with his investigating, and I can help you if you need something done. I'm at your disposal,"

She offers in a strained formality, with a small bow of her head. Darcy wants to be useful, more than anything, and Clarke handles herself with the sharp calculation of someone that she could trust to make good use of her. A thinker, to temper Darcy's impulse and brute strength.