Matias only listened and glared as the boss explained the situation, like a statue of a pouty child. The only ounce of movement was an eye roll when the boss said to not be consumed by concern.

What a joke, he thought to himself.

His tired eyes met Bane's as he spoke. They seemed to narrow ever so lightly the longer the werewolf spoke. Sick of pointing at Bane, they focused now on the files on the distant table. They also got sick of that pretty quickly, though. The ground will do.

"Fine," Matias snarled, "but change is what I fully expect. So sick of just standing around..."

He went back to the trusty foldable chair, setting himself down. Legs crossed and body leaned back, he let out a hefty sigh as he looked out the window. That wasn't angering, at least.