[He would protest at her leaving evidence behind in a place like this but then again. It wasn't like sh was from here. And the blood mingled with the snow... So surely that meant they won't be able to pick up anything. Matthew hopes this is the case and goes along with the flow, the story of his life for some time now.

When she comes and sits next to him, looking up at him like that-- He meets her expectant look with a look of his own, his expression one that showed how he was puzzled by her actions. Then showed how bemused he was when an idea of what this was about popped in his head.

Crouching down, he manages to keep his sigh from becoming too dramatic. At this range, she should be able to notice he looked older. Nothing dramatic. But the subtle cues that it has been a while since the two have last seen each other. Some grey hairs were threaded through the red of hair hair and there were more lines on his freckled face. His frown only aggravated the latter while he stared at her.]

You're not expecting me to carry you along with your clothes, are you? I forgot how you you were at times. [He tries to see if her leg is hurt somehow but easily folds up like a worn stack of cards. No reason to pick a fight over something silly at this.] If you are, better hop on. Hope you don't mind the clutter in my car. It's been a while since anyone else has been with me in that shabby old rustbucket.