I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"Yeah." Matt answered Kate's question from the ground, slowly getting his breath back. Kate really had a vice grip when she wanted to, and carrying Frank hadn't done his chest injury any favors. Still. He didn't feel like he was in immediate danger of his injuries. "You?" He could tell she'd taken some hits, but at least he couldn't detect any life threatening injuries from her. Which was good, because Matt had a feeling their evening was just getting started. He slowly, painfully, started to get to his feet.

Frank rocked himself into a standing position with a groan. "Just... getting started." He watched as Kate sprinted for the building, not stopping her. Hell, if it was his dog, he'd have done the same thing. He started to trudge after her, feeling Matt fall into step beside him.

"You're an asshole, Frank." Matt wearily began limping, hearing Frank agree with him as they went. Matt could hear the joyful reunion of girl and dog, making him not feel the need to rush. Instead, the light from a car stopped both Frank and Matt in their tracks.

Matt knew that heartbeat, even before a word was spoken.

Karen.

Any other time, Matt would have called shotgun. This time though, he felt like it was the wrong thing to say when Kate would also be joining them. After all, she'd just met Frank, and the man had blown people's brains out not three minutes ago. She might not want to sit alone with him in the back. "I know that tone. I'm guessing the dog gets shotgun," Matt wearily joked instead, holding the door open in the back for Kate.

"Funny man. I'll risk it," Frank said drolly, sitting in the front passenger seat with Karen. Lucky absolutely bounded over when Kate moved closer, snuggling into the front seat with Frank despite the man's token protests. He looked over at Karen and gave a small nod, eloquent as ever with, "Hey."