Ice cold blood rushed through Matias's veins as Dante revealed this information. His next glance towards Oleander was slower, tenser. His eyes stayed glued on them even when they turned towards him, returning an unbreakable stare and keeping it even when Matias looked back at Dante.

"You're making crap up. Who would even be tracking it? For what?"

"IF DIGITAL TRACKING IS AN ISSUE," Oleander hopped in, "I MAY BE ABLE TO ASSIST. I HAVE HIGH PROFICIENCY IN INTERRUPTING SUCH TECHNOLOGY."

"Well get to it, Mothman, because apparently you're being pinged right now."

Then, a pause. The two, again, stared at each other. Oleander was statue-like per usual until their head began craning forwards, their antennae stirring slowly.

"Where's the file?" Matias blurted, "because I [i]need[/i] to see where the hell it said that."