"Good to know," Clem replied, a bit bland. Not because it wasn't interesting (or expected- hell, she'd guess half the island was already Sully) but because she still didn't want to focus on a time that was supposedly beyond her own. And other members of the family. She was happy meeting Sean, but if she was going to keep herself sane in this time, she had to focus on it, and nothing else.
Which meant diving into the scrambled eggs bin as soon as possible. She loaded a plate with pretty much everything, including an awkwardly palmed cup of OJ. "God I'm starving. Apparently I tore into a few of those alien things overnight and puked them all up this morning."