He can hear the hum of the computer and knows she's sitting in the dark because of the lack of lights humming. He also knows that she gets caught up in the internet and he doesn't mind. At least she's not worrying about him.

Matt peels the mask off as soon as he's inside the apartment and tosses it to the entrance table. "Six," he answers. "I don't need any stitches, but I'm sore all over and I think I cracked a bone in my shoulder. It should heal on it's own," he responds, unzipping the top part of his suit.

"I'm going to get changed. What are the chances you'd share your leftovers?"