Raven grimaced when Clarke mentioned the truth spell. She hadn't done anything terrible herself. Maybe been a little too honest with customers and admitted she thought some of the prices were gouges, but that was the worst of it. She wasn't much of a liar anyway, so it hadn't affected her as much as it seemed to affect others -- like that girl who'd admitted to being a sex slave. It must suck now to realize she'd revealed that to dozens of people.
"I like it," she said with a shrug of her own. "It was interesting at first, stuff I'd never worked on, you know? But it's too easy. I'm sure you figured that out, though." She smirked. Clarke may not have her genius intellect, but she was no slouch. She was good at reading people, Raven included. "It gets boring, but it passes the time. It's not like I can get away with putting together bombs and bullets out of scrap metal around here. I could probably be arrested just for saying the word 'bomb'." She'd come to realize that people were paranoid in this time, as they damn well should be. She'd seen their future and it was very grim.
"You been here before?" she asked, reaching out to open the door for Clarke as they approached the Tavern's entrance. "They have the best thing, the spicy steak quesadilla?" She gave an exaggerated groan and smirked at Clarke as they stepped inside. "Amazing, seriously."