She smiles at Kate. Her comment on nudity had meant to be flippant and a joke, at best, and she's glad that her own suggestion has been taken as such. Suspecting the appearance of these mysterious boxes filled with crap that they've been craving — or Raven's been looking for, though it lacks the specific weapon she wants — will heighten emotions, she wants to keep her head screwed on straight for this.

The colours have to mean something greater than any of them can think of. Dividing them into groups, it has to have a deeper meaning than who looks good in what shade. Raven knows, for one, red's more her style than grey. But planning and agreeing and even stating the obvious may put them on the right track mindset wise.

"If we work together instead of letting this divide us up," she shrugs her shoulders, "maybe that's a better contingency plan than blowing this place to hell. We can form a better one when we have more information." She drops her hand away from her arm, letting her fingers tap against her hip instead. "But … let's stick together. It's not rocket science."