Like a child, Matias gripped his cutlery in two tightened fists, pointing them up to the sky.

"Ask the thing yourself if you're so curious," he said, eyeing the food with clearly malicious intent.

As if a switch flicked on him to begin, he immediately pierced a piece of bacon and shoved it in his mouth, the salt and grease enamoring on his tongue. He didn't hesitate to have another piece join right after.

Meanwhile, Oleander was making their way inside, hunched and all. Their gun found a spot in a nearby corner, and they soon approached the frantic Iris as if she wasn't so.

"ARE YOU IRIS?" it signed, tilting its head slightly. "THE HUMAN ASKED ME TO CHECK ON YOU."