[ this is...weird. for a moment clarke's confused face looms in the video, then she sits back and clears her throat loudly, trying to be all 'business'.

it's...not working. ]

This is- transmitting, right? [ she mumbles under her breath, before straightening her posture a little and raising a hand in a vague greeting. ] I'm looking for people of the Ark. Sky People. if that means anything to you- please, let me know. I need to find my people.

[ pause, and then: ]

And- people who understand all of this. ...What if they're in the other Court?

Clarke isn't exactly comfortable - but then again, she doesn't exactly fit in amongst the merriment and finery. She's still covered in mud, blood and scars, there hadn't exactly been any real time to change into nicer digs before coming to fix up someone else's problems. Still, she tries to smile as best as she can in face of the strangers around her. It's going to be a lot easier to try and get a read on the people around her if she at least tries to blend in, right?

Right. Anyway, the more selfish side of her realises with a slight jolt that she's starving. She hasn't had a real meal since leaving Mount Weather, and the painful growl in her stomach reminds her of the fact. As carefully as she can manage she worms her way between people, trying to disturb as little as possible as she reaches out towards the tables. Naturally it doesn't work out as well as she hopes, and she manages to spill half a plate of food rather ungracefully across the table (and maybe even someone's lap too), but before she apologises she quickly pushes something sweet and light into her mouth.

"Oh, Christ, I'm sorry," she certainly looks sincere enough, cringing slightly as she tries to tidy up, "It's- I've had a long day, hang on, let me get that."

(ooc: actionspam or prose responses both a-okay, i'll match what you give!)