The campfire had burned down to embers, casting a dim orange glow over the clearing. Everyone else had long since gone to sleep, exhausted from another grueling day of survival.

Except for her.

Bellamy spotted her hunched over a small, beat-up radio, fingers delicately working at its wires, brows drawn together in concentration. She was so focused she didn’t even hear him approach—rare, considering she usually had a sharp tongue ready for him at all times.

"You planning on getting any sleep tonight, or is fixing that thing more important than not passing out tomorrow?"

She startled, her head snapping up, eyes narrowing when she saw who was speaking. "Jesus, Bellamy—could you not sneak up on me like that?"

A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips, but he didn’t push. Instead, he crossed his arms and nodded toward the radio. "What are you even doing?"