Matt also lunches at the inn everyday, so she'll catch him at some point hunched over a table crossing his heart and quietly tucking into a meal. He's sporting a red scarf courtesy of Frank so he's fairly easy to spot, but he remains fairly inconspicuous occupying a little corner of a far table. Even while eating he's pretty good at looking like he's brooding. It takes him a long time to get between the inn and the residence he'd taken up with Elektra, but by now there's sort of a pattern to his days and he'd like to think that it's getting a few seconds faster and a little bit easier everyday.

He doesn't realise anyone else is there until he hears the chair on the opposite side of the table move. Matt lifts his head and licks the inside of his cheek, setting his spoon down.

"...hello?"