Clark nodded, "Blasting is always an option," he agreed - it would cause more damage in the end but he thought that considering everything that was happening here they could be forgiven if it came to that. Clark nodded when she went on telling him she had a jetpack she could use regularly, but had shown up without it. "This place does not seem to be the sort that is good about bringing us with much more than we were carrying at the time." Which for him had been the suit and nothing more, but for others he was sure they'd come with even less than that.
As for the maze, Clark himself could have put something like this together fairly easily if he'd wanted to, but he couldn't imagine a case when he might need that any more than he could imagine the purpose of this particular maze. "Yes," He agreed listening for any indication that someone was lying in wait for them around any of the twists and turns they made.
He didn't want to talk too much, though a part of him just wanted to get to know Nebula, but this wasn't the place for it - they could regroup back at the hotel later after they finished with this.
As they rounded another corner Clark saw a message, scrawled sloppily on the side of a bus over the city markings an an advertisement, "What does a liar do when he's dead? He frowned, unsure of what to make of it but certainly finding it an ominous message in the middle of a maze. "That doesn't look familiar to you does it?" He asked her as they made their way past it halting and holding out a hand when he heard something coming their way and almost without warning car plunged down in what would have been their path crashing to the ground another message written on it "He lies still">.