[ The purple glow around her hand disappears when Clarke lifts her hands to her face, burying it against her palms with a deep breath. Really, she should be used to this, to reckless decisions like kicking down doors -- it reminds her a little too much of Bellamy or Miller, and while she wishes that she had both of them with her, it's a weird sort of comfort that the people with her can be compared to them.
When she hears the door hit the floor, Clarke looks up again, spotting all the robots as they all look at Jaune before lifting their signs. It's... unsettling, to say the least, and her worry creeps in ahead of anything else; their hats look reminiscent of police during her history classes, but they look out of place atop a mechanical head.
Pursing her lips, she looks around to see if there's anything else inside other than the robots. ]
As much as I want to say no and that we should listen to the warning, it's either this or the other tunnels, and we've already knocked the door down.
[ Clarke pauses, clearly considering something, before she calls out into the room -- she isn't sure if the robots are sentient, but- ] We're not here to hurt anyone, we're just looking for supplies or other people.
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When she hears the door hit the floor, Clarke looks up again, spotting all the robots as they all look at Jaune before lifting their signs. It's... unsettling, to say the least, and her worry creeps in ahead of anything else; their hats look reminiscent of police during her history classes, but they look out of place atop a mechanical head.
Pursing her lips, she looks around to see if there's anything else inside other than the robots. ]
As much as I want to say no and that we should listen to the warning, it's either this or the other tunnels, and we've already knocked the door down.
[ Clarke pauses, clearly considering something, before she calls out into the room -- she isn't sure if the robots are sentient, but- ] We're not here to hurt anyone, we're just looking for supplies or other people.