Matias's grip on his boss's shoulders loosened considerably as he looked towards Bane. It was more of a tender grip than a for-dear-life grip.

"We should all go," he said, "because I don't want one of you getting hurt while everyone else is on the other side of the earth. At this point, it's happened one too many times, and I'm pretty sure Iris is sick to death of playing doctor."

He looked to Midnight, straight in the eyes.

"That includes you."

Oleander hung their head slightly, letting out a small cloud of smoke.

"I SUPPOSE I'M BEING QUICK TO JUDGE. EXCUSE ME, FOR I WILL NEED TIME TO ADJUST."

They turned to face Iris.

"I'VE NOTED THAT YOU SEEM EXHAUSTED. I VOLUNTEER TO LOOK OVER THE DETECTIVE, IF YOU MAY TRUST ME TO DO SO."