Matias leaned back almost in perfect unison to Midnight, he himself being a bit tattered from last night's fiascos. He could sense Midnight's own tiredness in the air– he [i]has[/i] known about it even. He was about to suggest resting before Bane popped in the room with the prospect of food.

"Go ahead," he replied, "I'm starving."

He turned back to Midnight.

"I think you deserve at least some kind of break. We'll come back to this."