Mathias looks taken aback for a moment, but it's only a moment, his eyebrows drawing together in curiosity before the expression disappears and he looks as blank as he ever does. Somehow, despite the fact that he never would have suspected, it isn't all that surprising.

"Killer vines, physical trauma, a group of young tourists trapped on a ruin," he muses, giving himself a moment to gather the courage he needs to say the thing he's about to say. The corner of his mouth turns up as he lifts one hand from the water and trails his fingertips over the line of her jaw. He almost doesn't mean to do it, but it gives him the moment he needs.

"Horror movie, I suspect." It's said lightly, but the thought does bother him.