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[ Matt nods at that, guiding her toward one of the back ways toward his apartment. ]

Sounds like a fair deal to me. [ He's quiet for a moment as they make their way to the apartment. He's listening to her body, determining what sort of injuries she might have. ]

How does your head feel? I'm afraid you might have a concussion.

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You're probably right. One of them got me pretty good with the butt of the gun.

[She focuses on walking to the apartment for now, and once they're inside she smirks a bit.]

Guess you'll just have to keep me awake, Murdock.

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We'll get you lying down.

[ When she calls him 'Murdock' he almost stumbles, just catching himself. ]

What gave it away?

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[She smirks.]

Your voice. And the fact that you offered to bring me back to your place, trusting that I could keep a secret.

[She moves over to the couch and very slowly lowers herself down against the cushions with a groan.]

Seems to imply you already knew me, and I don't know that many people in New York.

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Excellent deducting, Counselor. [ His smile comes through in his voice, but it's also on his lips beneath his mask. Speaking of which, he peels it off.]

I'm going to change out of this suit then I'll get us something to drink. I can make some hot tea or go with something stronger.

[ He's got something of an affinity for scotch.]

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As nice as something stronger sounds right now, I'm going to stick with tea.

[Tonight is not the night to ruin her sobriety. But, in case she thinks it's related to his hospitality, which it isn't:]

I'm three years sober.

[There are so many thoughts racing through her mind, things that she needs to sort through and figure out. She isn't entirely sure how she was found in the first place, and if her location has been outted, she can't help but worry about the one person who knew it.

It's probably not safe to use her cell though.]

Do you mind if I use your phone?

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[ Matt nods and moves behind the particle board bar to put an electric kettle on. ]

Congratulations. I didn't know.

[ And he admires Laurel more than he did a moment before because he's not sure he could deal with the things she's dealt with sober. ]

Of course not. It should be on the coffee table. [ He doesn't take it with him when he's doing the vigilante thing for lots of obvious reasons. ]

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[She calls and leaves a message for Thea - she knows the other girl doesn't pick up numbers she doesn't know, so she hopes that the voicemail will be enough for her to call her back fast.

Then she follows with a message for Oliver, because Oliver just ... doesn't answer his phone. And then she'll place it back down again as she leans back.

And then a message on the house voicemail for Diggle and Lyla, because having that many irons in the fire couldn't hurt.]

Thanks. Hopefully they're all okay and someone will call me back.

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[ Matt is happy enough to let Laurel use the phone, picking it up when Thea does call back. Of course, the voice assistant on his phone will announce to the room when Thea or Oliver return her calls. It's good to know that she still has people back home even if she's making a new life here.]

Feel free to pick the phone up when they do rather than go through me.

[ The kettle boils and Matt pours hot water into two mugs with waiting tea bags. It's anothing fancy, just standard English breakfast tea. ]

Sugar, lemon, honey? I think the milk in the fridge is still good. [ He kind of conspicously sniffs the air. ] Nope. Sorry. The milk is close to turning.

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Just honey is fine.

[She likes her tea black, less so with her coffee, but tea isn't usually as strong.]

So can I ask how you got into the vigilante business?