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She sat with Finn, one of the metal pipes in between her wrist and the metal cuff. She knew it's the only thing telling the Ark she was alive, but maybe it'd be better if they think she's dead. They'd never pardon the juvenile's crimes, no matter how much they tell them that. It is the Ark, after all, all they seem to tell are lies.
"So, they caught me spacewalking. What about you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at her. "Wait, let me guess. Caught stealing way too many rations? Stealing from Jaha?"
"You can't tell me you didn't hear," Zarah says, pausing her words to let out a frustrated groan when the cuff doesn't budge. "I was all everyone talked about."
"No, I heard. I just don't believe it," he shrugs, taking the pipe from her to help. "It doesn't exactly make much sense to me. How'd a thief, like you, get arrested for murdering a guard, someone not like you?"
She lets out a pained gasp when the cuff breaks off, leaving a small scrape on the skin. She quickly pulls her wrist to her chest and rubs it. She meets his eyes. "Maybe because I'm guilty."
He doesn't get a chance to say anything else. Their peers around the dropship grow louder, and they could only assume it's not for a good reason. They peek over the edge of it to see a crowd forming around two people.
Wells holds up his fists, though by his stance it is obvious his leg was injured. The other, John Murphy, continues to tease him and push. Finn jumps down, standing in between the two. Zarah follows him, standing off to the side with an amused grin. "Kid's got one leg," he tells Murphy. "How about you wait until it's a fair fight?"
Zarah steps towards Murphy so there's a short distance between them, sending him an almost flirtatious grin. Her words are honeyed, but taunting, "If you're so eager to fight him, I'll be happy to break your leg for you." He looks down at her with a scoff before walking off.
"Hey, spacewalker," a feminine voice calls out. Octavia Blake, the girl legendary for hiding beneath her floor to keep her identity hidden is smiling at Finn. She's the youngest of two children, an illegal action to the Ark. "Rescue me next?" Finn just smiles, reaching for his friend's arm and gently tugs her away.
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"So, Mount Weather. When do we leave?" Finn asks, glancing down at the blonde who aids Wells' leg.
She glances back at them before standing up. "Right now." She turns to her friend who sat on the ground with his back pressed against the dropship. "We'll be back tomorrow with food."
"How are the three of you gonna carry enough food for one hundred?" Wells asks, eyeing the three with a frown.
Both Finn and Zarah smirk at each other before turning around. They each grab one of the boys behind them, pulling them to join the group. "Five of us," Zarah corrects him with a wink. "There. Let's go."
