Imbued with the power of Shao Lao, Danny's fist lit up Matt's radar, when he popped the cap off his bottle of beer. Matt faced him smugly and then just reached around the side of the fridge where there was a bottle opener magnetized to the side ice box—a place for everything and everything in its place—it was the only magnet mad had on his fridge. He pulled it off and popped the tab on his own beer before returning it where he had found it.
Matt took a sip of beer and toyed with the cap in his fingers feeling its ridged edge run along his thumb. "I thought Jedi's weren't suppose to use their powers for personal gain," he remarked dryly before flicking the cap neatly into the trash.
Matt considered the question and then just shrugged his broad shoulders. "Busy. Its been. Busy. I actually had the misfortune of blundering into the Yakuza's path not too long ago. I was actually surprised that they were this far north. They're getting sneakier." He was content to let Danny lead the conversation and if he wanted to talk shop that was just fine with him.