Raven turns with an amused smile at that. Back home there would be no mistaking her for Skaikru, but Darrow strips all of that away. Lincoln is bigger and stronger and covered in more tattoos than Raven is, but in Darrow he dresses the same way she does, speaks the same language. "No," Raven agrees, shaking her head. "They called us the Sky People. Skaikru."

She's talked to Lincoln a little more lately about what that meant for him, how it had been to watch them fall from the sky. In all the time they'd spent on the Ground, she'd never really stopped to think about how it must have been on the other side. She wonders for a moment what Lincoln might have told Victra, but she knows that whatever they'd done to each other once, it's behind them. She's still thankful that they've managed to come as far as they have, but he's the closest thing she has to family, now.

"We were friends back home," she says. "But everything was always so crazy... I guess Darrow's let us become a lot closer." They get to spend more time together here, less of it looking over their shoulders and trying not to die. She loves Clarke and Bellamy and she's grateful that they're here, but Lincoln has become something of a rock, for her.