"Seriously," Matias quipped, "all the man needs is some rest."

He would have said something else, but his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar creaking down the hall. Oleander gradually appeared in the doorframe, confirming yet another fear of Matias. The bug could hardly fit in the frame, needing to duck to even look at everyone properly. It placed what looked like a sniper rifle on the ground beside it.

"Uh..." Matias cleared his throat. "We're having breakfast. It's almost ready."

"I ALREADY HAD," Oleander signed.

Matias didn't even bother asking what it ate.

"Can you check on Iris? Chick with the white hair?"

Oleander stared for what felt like an entire minute before looking down the hall. It moved like old machinery, its legs creaking as it crouched to pick up its rifle and then moved itself along the hall. It reached the guest room, its hand gently nudging the door open, a creak signalling its arrival as it peered through the opening.