Raven waved a dismissive hand when Clarke began to explain herself. She didn't need to; Raven understood. For the first time in a long time, since she'd come to the ground and hell, maybe even before that, she didn't feel the need to look over her shoulder. On the surface, this place seemed safe. There was no war, no constant battling for their lives. Food was practically handed out here -- and not in ration-sized portions, in whatever size you wanted. But Clarke was right when she said it was a false sense of security too; that tornado and the constant harping on about vampires and whatever the hell else on the network were proof of that. Raven just didn't concern herself with any of it, not unless it started directly affecting her.
She grinned, chuckling when Clarke joked about the supermarket catching dinner. "Right? I don't envy them at all." Hunting and killing their own food was definitely not something Raven missed in the slightest. Maybe there were chemicals or whatever in there, but it was already cleaned and hassle-free. She led Clarke around a corner then further on down a street. Tavern In The Square was only about a ten minute walk away and they had good food for what she'd come to realize were reasonable prices. It was as good a place to start off their night as any, and at this time, there probably wouldn't be much of a crowd.
"So how've you been?" she asked, looking to Clarke curiously. Aside from the couple months they'd been here together and not seen much of each other, it had been well over three months since Raven had seen Clarke at home, since after the battle at Mount Weather. "How's work and everything?"