[ Bellamy's fingers circle the rim of the cup as the ooze baby's claws dig fitfully into the muscle of his bicep. He wants to ask how she kept track of the days without losing time. There had to be a trick to it, but the questions that come later— ]

Is that going to help you give us an idea of how to proceed when we get down there?

[ Nyx and Sam had talked at such length about teamwork and transparency. But Bellamy can't help but hesitate. Outside of the briefing, the conversation takes on different overtones. ]

We're still new. Some of us have barely found their feet. I think they're taking things easy on us.

[ Which might be true. Bellamy knows there had been something before Concordia, and Shril had been just a step up from smash and grab. It feels more like an ommission than an outright lie. ]

Is you broodmate, Giddy, here? In the Nesting Deck?