Sinking into the other chair, he has to struggle with his tank top for a moment, feeling dangerously close to being indecent. It's never something he's felt before and he doesn't like it now and he wishes, just for a moment, that he'd found a better shirt than this.

"Probably lots of ads for cialis," Mathias agrees when he's comfortable, crossing his legs in a way that feels foreign and yet appropriate at the same time. It's as unsettling as the rest of this. "It's nothing bad," he promises. "Someone I knew from Mexico arrived not very long ago, she was with me and the others at the ruins."