[There's a small part of Bellamy that still yells out no at the 'we.' The part that wants to protect his sister so desperately from everything he can. But he's learned a better balance of protection versus support, and he'd rather have his sister's back than her ire. He nods at her, promising that he's not going to leave her behind here.]

[Then he snorts.] They've gotta have something to write with. If they've got the technology for these lockets - [he makes a vague gesture, to where he's got his tucked under his shirt] - they've gotta have writing utensils.

[A beat.] And the longer we watch people eat, the more we can see just how healthy the food is. [Or isn't.]