"What?" Matthias asks in aside to Dutch, as that's news to him. Though she's clearly come away from the experience unscathed, this isn't a comforting trend.

Matthias crosses his arms from the smack, petulant that she would allow him to look weak in any way in front of this stranger.

"There is no real explanation," he says, and glances to Dutch for clarification. So far he's never met anyone who's had a clear logical explanation.