Matthias was trying to slink by. Called out fairly directly, he freezes, shoulders hunched. Then he looks at the scene. Well, looks again. He'd done one of those quick glances, before, taken in enough to confirm that it was nothing to do with him and nothing he'd wanted anything to do with.

Now, against his own better judgement, he makes brief eye contact with the soberer of the pair. And he doesn't take a step closer. Then again, he doesn't take a step farther, either, so perhaps there's yet a chance.

"Dunno what you're asking me to help with," he says, somewhat sullenly. "Looks to me as if you've got your friend pretty well in hand."