It's an odd feeling, when Clarke states that she's already familiar with Palamedes. Like she already has someone to run through theory and such, and she'd want Darcy's services for her own sake. Not the vague nebulous idea of companionship and camaraderie that anyone could bring like in Stede's crew, but Darcy, for what she and nobody else could do. It wasn't a bad feeling. It mingles with the moment of terror that Clarke in all her sharpness cannot hide, and Darcy really feels like she's got the upper hand here, like it'd only take a touch or two more to win the bout.

"With you, then," Darcy corrects, "I can do that. Let's hope I get a chance to show off more than just teleporting soon, ehn?"