It was his sister's solution to the problem. Matt could already feel her claws peeking out from the inside corner of his mind, telling him how to solve the problem 'properly'.

He huffed a breath that hinted at amusement at the question, brushing a flexiable branch out of his way and holding it until Cassidy passed.

"Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Bars get boring anyways. And while I've never turned anyone, these things shouldn't be handled alone. Not if we're wanting to keep people safe, hmm?"