Mathew watched the paladin head out the door. Whit a silent sigh to himself he stood and casually began to fallow, though quite a few steps behind. He didn't care much for men of such strong faith, but if they were going to succeed in this mission they needed someone who could take a good hit and that tin can would do him no good beaten to death by a band of cat girls. Sliding one of his daggers into hand he kept an eye on the errant paladin.