Cool. So we'll have someone who knows what they're doing at least.

( She flashes him a grin because what else can she do. Clary is halfway to terrified already, and that's before she considered how little she knew about space and space travel and stations versus ships. She's already had to adjust to one new world, and it was harder than it had any right to be, now this?

She's going to do her best, but she's not sure if it's because she thinks she'll be of any use, or that stopping for even a second will let the grief and fear and rage in. )

I don't think I'm ready to even attempt going out. So don't worry. I promise not to suffocate or freeze to death. I'll stay where there's some great oxygen, thanks.

( She takes a sip of her drink, looking over at him. )

I'm Clary.