[ Okay, so don't ask him exactly what, but something weird is going on. One minute he's masterminding - or, okay, so he's looking at a pretty awesome sword which unfortunately it looks like he dropped somewhere along the way, but he's totally the brains of the operation! Monty and Miller are just the... technical... something. It was Jasper's idea, anyway. But then the next minute someone quite literally pulls the wool over his eyes and he's off on a bumpy ride that reminds him of being taken by the Grounders.

He's dead. He's so dead, he's sure of it.

Except he doesn't feel dead? He feels pretty solid, the bumps in his elbows and knees still hurt, and prodding the band aid on his neck reveals it's still pretty tender underneath. Jasper always thought death would be more like... well, like what got him sent to the skybox to start with. So maybe he's not dead, and that means this is bad. Right? Last time he trusted something like this he ended up looking through a vent at a warehouse full of people crammed into tiny cages.

Jasper twists his lips in displeasure and looks around again, hands crammed in his pockets. Monty, Maya, Clarke, anyone familiar - it's been a while since he missed the feel of a gun this much. Anyone getting too close is likely to make the skinny boy jump out of his skin. ]

Uh...

[ Jasper looks like he's not totally sure the video feed is actually transmitting. He taps the thing a couple of times, resulting in a disorienting wobble in the view. ]

This is Jasper Jordan of the 100. If anyone--

[ He stops himself short. It's probably not a good idea to let on that he's looking for a way out straight away. This definitely doesn't look like Mount Weather stuff, but... Clarke would play her cards close to her chest. ]

Uh, if anyone knows where I can find Clarke Griffin? Or - or Monty Green, or Maya...

[ The names are pronounced with deliberate clarity, until he gets to where Maya's last name should be and... he realises he doesn't actually know it. Skip that part. ]

... I'd be pretty grateful. Thanks.

[ The flash of a grin that hints at mischief but mostly says he's willing to co-operate, and then the feed terminates. ]