[ Raven's lips purse. She leans back slightly in her chair, neck rolling on her shoulders. There's aches and pains slowly making themselves known, but Raven doesn't plan on sleeping them off. She's choosing her words carefully in this moment, aware that some of the jargon that comes to her lips would go over Clarke's head, and that's not going to serve either of them. ]

I've got coordinates, [ Raven admits, distaste in her tone. It's a boon, but one that had been hard to come by. ] I can at least point you all in the right direction.

[ Even if she might not be able to accompany them in person. But Raven will work on that too. If it came down to it, she'd piggyback there on Bellamy's shoulders. ]

Everything else is a little...

[ She trails off, sighing. Her eyes fix on Clarke's face, even as her jaw juts stubbornly out against what she feels is an admission of a failing. ]

I know things. It's just hard to put together. That's why I need that.

[ Raven sweeps a hand towards the chip, suspended on the rig. ]