[Clarke considers his words, but mostly, she's glad that she came to him. She's careful to put most of her food away, opening up a bit of biodegradable plastic to take out a fruit-filled pastry. It's far sweeter than anything she's ever had before this—barring some of the things she had in Mount Weather so she could "pass" as she planned her escape—so she'll likely only be able to eat half of it before she moves on to the savory good in her bag.

After swallowing a bite, she looks thoughtful.]

And we're absolutely ruling out amnesia, even though we're all experiencing it to some degree. I assume you've already gone over that yourself?

[The inflection in her voice makes it apparent: she's relieved and grateful, but also firmly willing to believe and take any theory he has to offer.]