Matt nodded at the answer, but his mind was whirring as he mentally jotted down the new information; he'd need to take it to Mello later, see what they could come up with together. He never had any idea what it was they were going to be up to that night, but that was the way he liked it; less chance for him to blow their cover, or something similarly heinous.

So patients don't just arrive in the morning, he contemplated in his head, licking his lips and wishing for a cigarette. Which, strangely enough, was the first time he'd done so that day. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing yet, but he wasn't all that willing to figure it out. Or... maybe they do arrive in the morning, but they're heavily sedated enough that they sleep straight through the day? It seemed like the picture was really starting to take shape, and Matt had to hide the slight glow of pride that he could feel starting up when he realized it.

To Ivan, he only nodded passively, uncrossing his arms and reaching forward, running his fingers through the sparkles. "Is it possible that they drugged you?" he asked, unable to see the harm in letting his intention become known; the Russian seemed to be rather forthcoming, for which Matt was grateful. It was the end of the day, and he really didn't feel like putting his Wammy's training to too much use at the moment.