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Claes had watched the scene play out silently. To be quite frank, the woman scared him. She reminded him of a foster mother he'd once had. A perfectly nice woman, to be sure, but scary as a devil when she wanted to be. When the argument became more heated, he tensed. This was really, really not the time for this... Matthew had completely lost his cool, and, though Claes didn't know too much about either of them, he was sure that they knew about as much about each other as he did. Was now seriously the time to pick apart every little thing about one another? As the woman began to walk away, he sighed and, once again, hopped down the fire escape after her.

"Excuse me, I may not know much about responsibility, but... Now really isn't the time to be doing this, right...?" he said somewhat quietly to both of them. "I mean, We've got people shooting at us and stuff, and... Umm, Miss...? You probably shouldn't go off on your own..."

He was fairly sure that his little speech wasn't going to help them too much, but he could at least hope.

"Ma'am, I know it's pretty confusing, but right now we've sorta got to work together, I think... If only to figure out what's going on exactly. Matthew... Y'know what, this is really awkward, since I don't even know both of you, I think I'm going insane and there are people with guns who want to kill all three of us. So can we just skip the drama and shut up so we can actually survive and stuff? Er... Please?"