He had considered telling Clarke about his encounter with Issan. It was worth noting and Bellamy hadn't taken the information he'd been given lightly. She certainly needed to know if this whole thing panned out and Bellamy was required to leave Naboo for any reason. But for now, he kept it to himself. It might end up being nothing. This guy might never even contact him. Or he might turn out to just be a weirdo. He wouldn't worry Clarke until he knew more.
It turned out Bellamy wouldn't have to wait terribly long. He had woken up early, prepared to head over to the hangar just in case Octavia came in today, but a knock at the door stalled him. Quickly tugging his shirt over his head and smoothing it over his abdomen, Bellamy walked to the door. Even now, after being here for over a month, his hands itched for a firearm, but Bellamy had yet to get his hands on any sort of weapon. Luckily, he hadn't needed one, but his old habits died hard. Roughing a hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it down, Bellamy flipped the latch and swung the door open. He had expected maybe Clarke or Raven, but instead found a man.
Bellamy blinked in surprise before his mind remembered the photo Issan had shown him yesterday. "Glasya," he recalled warily, looking to the man for confirmation. Hand still on the door, he hesitated for a moment before stepping aside so that the older man could come inside. "I'm Bellamy," he greeted, though he figured the introduction was unnecessary.