Calypso had been still sitting on the floor sipping at the coke Clark had given her, listening to he and Devin talk. She could see on Clark's face that he'd had to do horrible things to survive too just like the rest of them. The face of the man she'd killed flashed in her mind and she shuddered. She was glad to have more people with them in a way but it also made her more nervous. A group could easily draw attention but it was like Devin said too, more eyes to look out for trouble. When she noticed Devin inviting her to take the cot next to his she smiled a bit and nodded. She got up and walked over then sat cross-legged on the cot. It wasn't the softest thing in the world but it was much better than the floor.