Clarke nods her head, a slight frown tugging at the edges of her mouth. She understands that much, the lack of choice. Space is a lot less exciting when there are no other options.

"Same with us," she says, gesturing to Bellamy before taking her napkin and placing it in her lap. "No other options but space, I mean. Though airplanes seem like a nice middle ground."

She cringes before letting a self-deprecating smile replace her frown. "Okay, I could've picked a better phrase than middle ground for flying, I'll admit it."