[He sits down next to her, though he's not so immediate in his eating endeavors. Bellamy takes the pork plate, dumping some on his own, but he's a lot slower in choosing what else he wants. His stomach grumbling is almost enough to make him dive in recklessly, but first he cases out the rest of the table -]

[Before turning back to Raven.] I want to find out if anyone else is here. [Back home, most of his people are still stuck in Mount Weather. From what he learned via Clarke, giant fancy feasts are par for the course in the safe little killzone of the mountain, so it sets him a little on edge. At least imps and fairies don't seem the type to come after his blood, in the literal medicinal sense.]

But I want to get a better layout of where we are first. Just because there's a feast doesn't mean everyone's attending. [It's what Clarke might do too, he thinks, at last taking a small bite of the pork. He almost closes his eyes with how good it tastes - he can't even remember if he had something that edible and appetizing on the Ark.]

[His voice drops a bit:] The sooner we figure out what we're here with, exactly, the sooner we can find a way out.

[Bellamy's not sure the Earth is the best place to return to - but he's not going to stay stuck here without everyone else. He's argued with the Ark survivors enough about rescuing his people - he's not going to give up now.]

[Besides, he wants to know who thinks they can just drag him here and use him. He's done with being used.]