Lincoln had told her of the beach. There was a clan there, one of neutrality that would help them in any war waged amongst the Grounders and beyond. Raven wondered where the beach was, and despite his teachings, she grew impatient at the thought of them being so far away from the heart of the fights.

The desert and jungle were odd terms to her, despite knowing of the terrains. The Ark had taught her everything that it could, but it still didn't teach her of how the desert would feel, if the jungle would still remain standing after the onslaught of bombs.

She almost told him to forget it, but she had a feeling Jess wasn't intending to be cruel in the differences between what his world had to offer and what hers lacked in. "It was like this," she began, "but with more trees. There's hills and lakes …" Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of how to describe it. "There's lots of grass. There's no buildings, and if there is, they're gone. There's Tondc with a sign," she waved her hand in front of her, as though expecting it to be right there before them. "Some bunkers exist under the ground that are made of cement. It's just woods. That's all it is."