Mello scowled when the door opened and looked away, bracing for the worst. He didn't expect Schuldig to physically harm either of them, provided Matt didn't do something idiotic, but he knew the man would make his identity as a telepath known, especially now that he knew Mello wanted to keep it from his friend.

...get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head...

Mello stared at him with a hot hatred, but unlike his usual hot hatred, there was a thin, barely visible trace of intimidation. What Schuldig said sank into him with a cold, sickening feeling, but he didn't say anything in response. He didn't have to. Schuldig was already listening.

"No. He's not." When Mello answered Matt his voice was as flat and matter-of-fact as possible given the circumstances. Adding 'just ignore them' would only prompt Matt to take them more seriously, so Mello held his silence. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at Artemis, hoping that the implied reminder of what had just taken place would make the boy uncomfortable enough to continue quickly on his way. Artemis had survived, but being seconds away from death was an experience terrifying enough to haunt most people for days, even weeks after the fact. For all of his pride and intelligence, Artemis was still a child.