Matias blinked rapidly and let out a soft yet audible whistle. Getting killed by authorities would not be exactly pleasant for him, much less in front of a crowd of people. Nobody in this room deserved such a date either, in his opinion. Dante, for example, probably deserved a smack atop the head at most. Not that. Or being starved in solitary confinement.

Good lord, he though to himself.

"Appreciate you staying Iris," he said, "I'll stay as long as I have to, but I'm not much of a medic myself. Guess that's a plan. Hopefully the boss heals quickly. By the way..."

He looked towards Dante.

"... Here."

From his pocket, he pulled the two notes, then he handed them to Dante.

"You can get them checked whatever. And if you see anything suspicious in my house..."

He smacked his hands together.

"... kill it."