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[man_without_fear]

[oom: You really shouldn't have said his name.]

When Matt walks in a whole lot of noise follows him. The police station he's exiting is in a state of chaos and Matt is speaking to someone behind him as he leaves.

"It's alright, Sergeant, I'm fine. Foggy or I will be around to check into those files later."

An apology from Brett Mahoney follows Matt as the door closes, and Matt sighs.

Matt is tired, and frustrated, angry even, but he's also just realized where he's walked into.

After a moment he decides he could use a respite from the cacophony he's just left and so, using his cane, Matt crosses the room and takes a seat up at the counter.

"Cup of coffee, please," he requests as he folds up his cane and sets it down on the counter.

Bar provides a cup along with a bowl of hearty potato soup with half a club sandwich tucked next to it.

Matt's stomach rumbles in response to the smell, but his expression is less enthused.

"Do you mother everyone who sits down?" he asks, to which Bar responds by providing a cloth napkin and a spoon.

Matt's jaw tics, but he withholds another sigh.

[ooc: warnings for violence and npc death in the oom.]

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[man_without_fear]

"Good," Matt says simply, glad for that and hoping her judgement of them is correct.

"I just... want to make sure you're safe," he says, tone softening.

Or, at least as safe as she can possibly be, given everything.

He knows she's taking a big stand, and that it's scary, and that, and what's happened already, are why he worries.

[sunbaked_baker]

She can't quite mask the barest exhale of a faint laugh. "I've forgotten what safe is, at this point," she remarks, trying to go for dry rather than bitter. "Might as well chuck it in the bin with 'normal,' and 'well-rested.'"

[man_without_fear]

Matt's head tilts slightly, his sightless gaze beneath his glasses moving past her to settle on the far wall, silent for a minute.

He doesn't really know what any of those things are anymore, either.

"I guess it is harder to be careful than it is for someone else to say it," he says finally, tone and the short smile he brings up going for wry, but both falling shy.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine smiles, just barely managing wry, as she swirls her spoon through the last of her soup. It is already getting cold. "Care does not guarantee safety, though it can help minimize risk."

Not always, she doesn't say, but sometimes.

"But I will be careful." She can promise that much.

[man_without_fear]

Matt inclines his head, accepting her words and her promise.

"Thank you, Rae."

His own soup has gone cold and while Matt hasn't finished, he's at least eaten more than he would have if Rae hadn't joined him.

Picking up his cane, Matt says to her, "I should get going. My partner will be back from meeting with the other firm soon and, I've got some things to get ready for myself."

Namely a trip back to the precinct to have a 'talk' with either of the officers involved in today's events.

"I'm glad we had a chance to talk. It's always nice meeting you here."