You know, before Praimfaya hit ... [Although the word isn't translated—Clarke doesn't speak Trigedasleng enough for it to be translated, not yet—it sounds exactly like how one might expect: "prime fire," with a little more emphasis on the R in the fire sounding like a Y. She doesn't think twice about using it, about speaking it. Referring to it as she's come to think of it comes naturally in Markus' presence.] ... before then, when we all hit the ground in the first place, we used to hunt for meat. I got pretty good at it.

[Smoking was never her strong suit. She could do it when needed, but coming to rely on Niylah had made her life easier. Her struggles on her own were comical at first.]

I miss having that option. I don't know that I'd take it up again, but meat stands alone pretty well.

[Says a teenager sent to earth wildly ill-prepared by "Earth Skills" classes.]