So, Knowhere was a very strange place. Matt had needed little proof of that after showing up in the middle of an Alien invasion. The place seemed to provide no shortage of options though. There were people here who knew him and then people here who didn't. People came and went, seemingly without any reason or understanding behind it at all. There had even been a second invasion, one that almost made the one in New York feel easy...and now there was the quiet that had lasted all of a week before even more things had started to turn strange.
Now, for seemingly no reason at all, Matt couldn't seem to tell a lie. That had been easy enough to circumvent. It wasn't like many people had found need of his services, so he could largely fly under the proverbial radar. There was some bit of Corinthians that was probably adaptable there, but Matt hadn't wanted to jinx it by making the joke, even to himself. Then, as if on cue, the thought itself seemed to do just that when Natalie Rushman, Natasha Romanoff, or whatever name she went by just that week, seemed to come crawling out demanding her have answers for the memories she suddenly had of him.
So the cat was out of the bag and, at least for the moment, it seemed none of them were playing much in the ways of games about it. Matt wasn't because he couldn't, but she was outright saying that she knew, and that he knew she knew. He thought he'd managed to salvage that conversation pretty well though, managing to turn would could have been one of the few interrogations to ever make him sweat into a positive where she agreed to eat if he just showed up with food.
Which was how the blind man had managed to find his way to the pizza, come up with a joke about how it wasn't Hell's Kitchen Chinese, which he'd work in again later if it seemed like he had a chance to get her to eat with him again, and make his way to her door with the food in hand. How he'd found her door, the food, or navigated the place at all? Well he'd have lied about if it could have, or if there had been a point. The fact of the matter was, as he lifted a hand to knock, no small part of him was glad that he didn't have to for a moment. The double life was an exhausting one.