Twenty minutes later, the group got impatient; Matt was shaking his leg, and Oliver was glaring at the floor when Damian finally decided to grace them with their presence.
“Follow me,” Damian said, standing before them, his arms crossed over his chest.
They all stood up, Matt trailing to the back so he didn’t have to be near Damian. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but for now, he just needed to distance himself. Damian led them to one of the rooms, and the moment the door was shut, everyone besides Matt began talking to one another in an array of languages.
“Enough,” Damian deadpanned, staring blankly at them, leading them to quieten down. “I need one of you to speak in one language. Matt-”
“No. Get someone else.”
Amber sighed. “It’s fine. I’ll speak. We think Reid spoke to Ma
