Well, he supposes he should be grateful for the relatively warm welcome. Clarke has been far more gracious and forgiving than he deserves, considering everything Murphy directly and indirectly did to her since arriving in Sanctum, so it's not entirely a surprise. It's just good fortune. Clarke's moods change like the weather, and that weather is frequently a hurricane.

"Um..."

That's a very good question. Time gets pretty wobbly after a long bout of paranoid insomnia. He's barely shut his eyes since arriving, because he's had no one to watch his back while he's unconscious, and these people seem like they're eager to harvest his organs as soon as he's asleep.

"Couple days, I guess. You?"