Matias didn't loosen his grip on Midnight for even a second, not even after the big reveal; it tightened it, if anything. His eyes met Midnight's, and he could feel his brow scrunching up anew.

"What are you doing all the way up here?! Do you have any idea–?!"

Oh, if this man didn't shut up...

"I don't even think I have her number," he huffed, "Is there even reception up here? Do I have my...?"

His hand dug into his pocket and retrieved his phone. He scrambled through his contacts, looking through his I names. While he didn't find an "Iris", he found an "[i]Imbeciles[/i]", which seemed to catch his eye.

"Whatever," he huffed, tapping it in a hurry. If all went well, this should be the landline phone at the warehouse. As the phone rang and rang, Matias looked back at the pair.

"Do you have a kit anywhere?" His question was mostly directed at Midnight, but anyone would do at this point.