[ her only initial reply is a cursory shrug. it's a fair point, and one she doesn't forget to address when she wanders into the next room and reemerges a handful of minutes later, changed into clothes moderately more comfortable for relaxing than leather jackets and boots. the comforter she's carting gets thrown carelessly onto the couch — including onto bellamy's lap — but that's just as well, considering she intends to take over most of the couch. ]

You would be guarding the people here, mostly. I can't say anything about the people in charge. [ she settles back down, maneuvering beneath the blanket but making no immediate move to genuinely sleep just yet. ] Hearing everyone blame the leaders in this place puts things into perspective. I don't know if any of us really know who we're working for like we should.