Matt laughed instantly, but it wasn't a happy sort of laughter. He shook his head, and kept the smirk on his lips. That place had been left looking nothing like a war zone. A catastrophe zone, maybe; the two were not really the same. Of course Matt wouldn't dream of telling Lottie about his vast knowledge of war zones. In some twisted way it might even sound pretentious, which he was in no shape to pull off at the moment.
"I was at the Tumbler Renegade show by the pool." He said simply. This whole thing reminded him he needed to check on the poor girl who'd broken her neck on top of everything else. The Daytona circuit chick. Chelsea. "You? He asked just because she'd asked him first, not that it was vital information, just a way to make conversation. Wherever she'd been, it probably hadn't been any better off.
"I agree with you there." He nodded with a small smile at her mention of the buffet. Sighing, he looked over at her, thinking. Matt didn't think he was about to tell Lottie his 'story', and didn't think she was literally interested in hearing it either, so he would simply stick to the facts that would probably interest her the most. "Passenger. I needed vacation like the desert needs rain, according to some friends." Matt shrugged. Maybe he did. "And you?"