Her touch was soft. Matt's head instinctively turned into it when she found his face, wiping away the blood. Matt was someone who craved affection, who wanted physical contact. It was one of the main ways for him to experience the world since he couldn't see it. Right now especially, as tired and hurting as he was, he wanted that softness. Reaching up, he rested one of his hands over hers that was on top of his heart.

She hadn't really answered his question. He'd circle back around to it, or ask Claire if Kate wouldn't tell him. For now he just answered her question.

"Yeah. Some of the same guys, at least. Powell is really gunning for me." A beat. "I may have antagonized him a little." Which hadn't been smart, but Powell had been antagonizing Matt right back. They'd hated one another since Hector's case. "I fought them. Wouldn't say I beat them. But they didn't follow me." He was more than a little disappointed in himself for not doing more, but really, it wasn't like he could even drop them off at the police station to be arrested these days. Since he wasn't willing to kill, it was just a constant circle of beating them down and letting them heal.

With his free hand he rubbed his eyes a little, wincing as his fingers hit a sore area.

"How are you? Really?"