Raven didn't look at him.

The topic of home wasn't one she liked to shy away from, but after discerning not too many people understood what she was hinting at when she spoke, she chose to keep those particular cards to her chest. As someone who liked to boast and puff out her chest, Raven was taking her survival more seriously than she ever had before.

How did they end up where they currently were? Telling the Grounders everything had weakened them. Much like a generator lacking a panel over its most crucial organs, Raven's made it a point to never follow in Clarke Griffin's footsteps and wear her heart and intentions on her sleeve.

"It's how it's always been," she said, keeping her eyes on the environment around them. She wasn't trying to memorise it. A tree was a tree, a rock was a rock, and a riverbed was a riverbed. She was looking out for what was in those trees, holding or hiding behind those large rocks, and if anyone happened to be swimming in any pools of water.

"You wake up every day not knowing you'll see the next. It's not a way to live," she shrugged, "but it's something."