He pauses when she does, but he doesn't move to lean the same against the wall. The gun is still out, and this defensiveness isn't something he can switch off or even tone down most of the time. Bellamy frowns, recognizing the fear in her face, but he doesn't comment on it. It'd be stupid to deny he was afraid too, but it's easier to just compartmentalize and focus on escaping before he remembers to let more of his fear in.

"We can't get ambushed by a crowd, at least. It's easier to fight one on one, though I'm sure you already know that." He's seen the way she fights against them. It's desperate and familiar again. He'll watch her back, not because she needs him to so much as that's kind of just his M.O. "My vote's for the side hallways. I'll deal with a big rush of these assholes if it means a reprieve after the fact."

There are a few reasons he jerks away from contact, absolutely none of which he wants to go into right now, so it isn't much of a surprise when he just follows up on her joke, even though he can tell she's lying. It's an easy avoidance. He even schools his face into vague amusement. "I'd say there's a time and place, but what's that other saying? Desperate times?" There's a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "Next time."