It's the sort of flippant response he's used to giving himself when he doesn't want to deal with the heart of a matter, and it actually gives him pause, if only because it's always a little sad to realize someone else is that way too. "I'll wear my best shirt. Least amount of blood."

When they find the squadron of prisoners, Bellamy scowls, but at least in this moment it feels like it's laced more out of inconvenience than fear. Not that he isn't afraid - he's just gotten casually good at numbing it.

He follows in behind her and shifts to make his knife his primary weapon at first, even if the gun remains easily accessible. He manages to take out three before he grows too frustrated and switches back over to his gun. The door is so close, and he'd rather take out the roadblock to get to it than waste any more time, especially when he catches a glimpse of of tiredness from her - not a lot, but it's enough to remind him she's been out here today longer than he has. The sooner they get to the hallway, the sooner they can both recharge a little.

He shoots down the ones in the most direct path, aiming over and around Cassandra as she fights back herself. Bellamy's aim is good, having too much opportunity to practice, and though he doesn't kill all of them, he downs enough of them to make moving around less dangerous - not empty, just a little easier. "Door! Now!"