"Hmmph."

Matias settled in. The cold had a vice grip on his legs, but the pain had mostly dissipated. In his comfort, however, he refused to move; had he not been in a conversation, he likely would have fallen asleep. He definitely wasn't going to now that Iris suggested going back to the power plant.

"You're crazy," he laughed half-heartedly, "Noooo way, [i]mija[/i]. Besides, he told us to come back here. Now, I'm not one to blindly comply, but after what happened over there..."

His legs shuffled slightly under the blanket's weight.

"... Nah. I'm good."