Her breathing is coming in staggered rasps. It's like a boulder is resting on her chest, heart racing, vision blurred. A panic reaction, her brain supplies unhelpfully. There's nothing to do but push through it, eyes fixed on Bellamy's face. Clarke is still staring even as he breaks eye contact, talking to Monty. It brings her back to the moment, reminds her that it is more than just the three of them. That their family is out there in the mountain, all in various states of distress.

They have to do something.

Monty looks at them both confused and wary as he nods. "I can. Give me a second."

Clarke thinks for a moment. "Also try releasing the door locks. If they're distracted, it might give time for some of our people to get out."