Matias looked to his side, attempting to conjur an answer with the wall's help.

"Well..."

He looked back.

"There've been raids in mystic-heavy areas, haven't there? I'm sure there's people there that need resources. That's all I can really think of."

Speaking of resources, it seemed Oleander knew just where to get what Iris needed because as soon as she raised her question they made their way to a nearby window, opened it, and leaped outside. All that could be heard afterwards was the sound of their impact; silence filled the next minute or so before a loud jetpack broke it almost instantaneously. Oleander returned, this time with a volunteer– a corpse of a cop which they carelessly tossed on the ground like it was trash. At least it didn't smell.

"IT'S ONLY A FEW HOURS OLD," Oleander signed, "I'M CERTAIN HIS FLUIDS ARE FRESH."