[He just nods, because honestly? He trusts Amos more with that than he'd ever trust himself. He hadn't even noticed the oxygen levels depleting in his suit when they were on the Knight. He just doesn't want a repeat of that experience.

At the question, he pauses.]

You might not be worried about it, but I sure as hell am. This place feels like a stoppered tea kettle on boil, if you know what I mean.

[He gave a weary look.]

And I ain't sure how well bullets are gonna work against molten doors or wires appearing under our skin.