You know Hiro? [ It's only really said in passing, and there's a sudden lightness to her voice; she's always happy to meet people that know those she feels are important to her.
But she can't linger on that fact for too long because, well, that's disgusting.
Clarke can see the wiring running all throughout the brain, and while it's actually a little bit gross, even by her standards, she knows that the wiring has to go somewhere. So- Digging she goes. The noises are unpleasant as she works her fingers in to rifle around for something that the wiring connects to, and- Ah. There. It's smaller than she was anticipating when she yanks it out from within the brain, but it's something and that's enough for her. At least killing them wasn't all for nothing, right?
With one chip in hand and placed carefully into her bag, she gets up and- Goes for the others? Geeze, Clarke, isn't one enough? The answer is no. She rips open two more for their chips as well, and by the time she finishes, her hands are covered in blue blood and she has three chips safely tucked in her bag.
Manoeuvring a little awkwardly, she pulls her jacket off to wipe her hands off before stuffing it into her bag alongside whatever else it is she keeps in there. ]
At the risk of being morbid, if anything happens to me down here, just take my bag with you as you keep going. These chips need to make it back to the city.
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But she can't linger on that fact for too long because, well, that's disgusting.
Clarke can see the wiring running all throughout the brain, and while it's actually a little bit gross, even by her standards, she knows that the wiring has to go somewhere. So- Digging she goes. The noises are unpleasant as she works her fingers in to rifle around for something that the wiring connects to, and- Ah. There. It's smaller than she was anticipating when she yanks it out from within the brain, but it's something and that's enough for her. At least killing them wasn't all for nothing, right?
With one chip in hand and placed carefully into her bag, she gets up and- Goes for the others? Geeze, Clarke, isn't one enough? The answer is no. She rips open two more for their chips as well, and by the time she finishes, her hands are covered in blue blood and she has three chips safely tucked in her bag.
Manoeuvring a little awkwardly, she pulls her jacket off to wipe her hands off before stuffing it into her bag alongside whatever else it is she keeps in there. ]
At the risk of being morbid, if anything happens to me down here, just take my bag with you as you keep going. These chips need to make it back to the city.