[ Clarke isn't the only one somewhat wary and suspicious of what is being offered. She's learned from a great many invitations that someone who appears to have the best of intentions is hiding a knife at their back and an army ready to fight. But this seems...warmer, somehow, though she does not take her eyes off of the people gathered there.

Nasrin turns when Clarke speaks up, lifting both eyebrows in surprise. At length, she shrugs, gesturing out to the people there. ]

I'm not wholly certain. I think the feast is for us, though we've done nothing beyond arriving here. It's very odd.

[ She gestures to the food at the table. ]

It's not poisoned. I've sampled some of it. It won't hurt you.

[ And Clarke looks like she could use a little bit of nourishment. ]