Matthew kept his eyes on Quince, cocking his head to one side. "Not...?" He smirked slightly, before sitting back, all too relaxed for this situation. "Anyway, Matthew Ellsworth. And this pretty lady is Purrcasso. I found her in a dumpster three years ago." He scratched behind the cat's intact ear, and she purred happily.
Iris shook her head. "Well, Albert, not shooting my little brother was a good start, so good on you for that. Matthew, what are you doing out here? With a rifle? The AMP have been disarming citizens."
Matthew shifted his weight, peeked under the blanket next to him, and let out a low whistle. "Hypocrisy, much?" He hid the machete and grenades like they were no big deal. "As for the rifle, I've had it with me for a while, avoiding checkpoints the past few days. Easy to keep up with the word on the street when you're, you know, on the street. And I was out doing a little bit of..." He trailed off, looking at Quince. "...urban foraging."
"Being vague won't work, that hesitation gave you away," Iris said.
"What about you two? What am I interrupting?"
Iris turned, parking in the hospital parking lot. It had started to grow dark. "Supply run." She paused. "I guess, technically, the same thing you were doing. It's a long story." She unlocked the car again, but paused. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
Matthew instinctively opened his mouth to give a sarcastic response, closed it, and looked down. He shook his head silently, avoiding eye contact, and Iris's expression softened.
"Alright. Stay in the car until we get back, and don't let anyone see you or Purrcasso here. We'll make sure you're safe," Iris said, before getting out of the car.
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