Matt too was panting a bit more than he probably should have been. Unfortunately, he couldn't claim injury as the cause - more a case of not performing enough physical activity on a regular basis. It was also times like these the nicotine withdrawal hit him worst of all, a tugging in his gut that wouldn't go away.

He sat down against the wall, sheath still clutched in one hand. He'd have to hand that back at some point. At the moment all he wanted was a nap and a smoke. No preferable order. "You're just saying that in front of the lady." Matt managed to quirk a smile for a moment despite this. "We both know I was terrible."