Matias distracted himself by observing the scenery zooming past him. It was surreal feeling nothing but inertia while he was riding a vehicle. He missed feeling the ground underneath him. 

He didn't bother looking back when Dante spoke; he didn't want to. He listened, however, though it was mostly against his will. An "mhm" passed between his lips and nothing else. Take it or leave it.

In truth, he couldn't recall the last time he came to the upper level, if he even came here at all. The sheen of the precious metals coating every inch of this place struck him as pretentious. Rich people and cops were on equal ground for him.

He took a moment to rub his brow when they arrived. This time, he looked towards Dante as he spoke. His expression was still anything but cordial, but it was a start in... something.

"Sure."

He hopped out with a grunt.