（ he gestures for her to precede him out the establishment's front door (he never has gotten used to the doors of the future) an' then falls into step beside her. the night's warm, but it's a familiar sort of warm that don't trouble him much at all. hell, he'd take just about any climate you can imagine over the cold in belgium in '44. ）
What, raisin' Hell, you mean?
（ ain't like the displaced don't get into their share of trouble. ）
And helping, [she says, pushing back. Clarke is doing a lot more good for this world than her own, even if it's never at the heart of her goals. That's always been the aim of other people. Keeping the Displaced safe so that she can utilize that in time has been her primary focus.
It's also one that's slipping from her, bit by bit.]
We've done some good here. [But she'll argue for the Displaced she cares about.] I know that you have.
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What, raisin' Hell, you mean?
（ ain't like the displaced don't get into their share of trouble. ）
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It's also one that's slipping from her, bit by bit.]
We've done some good here. [But she'll argue for the Displaced she cares about.] I know that you have.