Kate was ready to argue, to tell Matt that her leg was fine and his busted stitches from the gunshot was far more important. But she noticed the way he zoned out. His focus went somewhere else, like it did whenever he was trying to figure something about his surroudings. Except this time was different. His phone, what about his phone?

"Matt?"

He didn't need to explain, a single name said it all. His building. The place had exploded, but how many people were collateral damage? Even their own. Frank had not killed everyone, the task force had been willing to kill their own, completely pissing on everything they had talked about not winning this by following Fisk's rules.

And then there was the innocent people. Matt's neighbors. Alice. Alice who had been doubtful at first but so incredibly kind towards Kate and so welcoming. Normally Kate could have easily broken in, but had forgotten her lock picks at home. And honestly, she was exhausted and desperate for something normal, for the fake sensation of protection Matt's apartment would grant her.

Alice had been so kind and welcoming.

Reaching for her quiver, Kate checked the pocket she had made for it, installed to fit against her back to keep her phone protected. But her inbox wasn't as full as Matt's, she'd had plenty of time to catch up with worried friends and co-workers while Matt was unconscious. Despite taht, she heard Alice's message coming from Matt's phone before she even read it on her own screen.

Before she knew it, Kate was doubling over, wrapping her arms around Lucky in a relieved hug. "Oh, my God. I swear I lost like ten years of my life over how stressful this was."

Turning to Matt, and only a little unsure, she held her arms out and, showing enough hesitation for him not to accept it if he didn't want to, pulled him in for a hug too.

"Do you wanna go there first? We don't have to do the storage right away. Or you can go check on Alice and Karen and I can look for the files?"