[ The finger gun gets Bellamy's hackles up. The frown deepens, even with Shiro's attempt at levity to break the tension. He doesn't say anything, but the impression of disapproval remains. ]

Rhan seems to have a good idea of what skills we need to pull this off with minimal damage to the planet's population. We'll figure out a place where everyone fits.

[ With the last option taking the prize completely off the table rather than let it fall into their enemy's hands. But Bellamy doesn't even acknowledge that. Lexa's words are enough. ]