[Her eyes turn down toward the table. There is no menu here, only information that's synced into her implant, allowing her to access it visually. She makes note of it, but doesn't take any moves to do that mentally. Trying to find the words.]

A battle went down there. My people won. [Clarke isn't one to stake claim in that victory. It's hard to describe. If anything, the only parallel she can think of is the one here: all of Markus' kind in this world was gone. Wiped away. Erased. Would he think less of her for managing a similar feat? Today isn't the day to find out.]

There were a lot of lives lost, so it felt disrespectful for my people to move in. When they finally did, there was retaliation. As a result, it was gone soon after. It and ... the piano. Actually, I think you'd be frustrated to know that most of humanity's history was in Mount Weather. It's where they managed to gather everything after the bombs hit. Getting to see those relics was ... [Amazing? No. Haunting.] I didn't think I ever would, and I wish I'd spent more time with them.

[And then she hesitates, pressing on soon after.]

I'm going to hope your people are doing better about maintaining those things. Especially since someone took care to make sure you could bring art to the world.