You wouldn't be able to stop me either way, slinthead. I'm always going to follow your butt around to keep you from getting yourself killed. [ Minho is one to always be prepared, has been since the Glade. So his bag is pretty much ready for any trip he has to take outside, in the event that he gets stuck somewhere or they need to go running, scouting. He adjusts the makeshift cuffs he's wound around his hands almost absently, letting Thomas get his things together.

Once he's satisfied, given him enough time to process the fact that, no matter what, Minho would absolutely follow him regardless of where he went or who else was involved: ]

Not gonna bother reminding you what happened last time you went off with her alone. Don't care if things have changed here, don't care if they saw fit to bring her back same as they did Newt. I don't trust her, and I ain't letting anything happen to you. [ He brushes past him smoothly to go get his hammer, a there and gone thought of getting the pistol from where he stashed it. ]