Matt hadn't had the easiest time on the island. He'd fallen in to trouble keeping days and nights separate when there was so little sound around him and so little for him to do. He'd never realized before how much the changing sounds of the city and his job with Foggy had kept his own mind and body in tune with day and night. Now though, he found himself awake and asleep at all hours, doing whatever he could to keep himself busy. Mostly by patrolling the city.
He was on one of those patrols when he picked up the sound of someone who wasn't having a great night. Nightmares were far from uncommon around here, he found, and once he figured out that whoever was having it wasn't in any real danger he'd leave them alone but by the time he figured out what apartment this one was coming from she was already leaving. He should probably have just left her alone to do whatever it was she needed to cope with the things in her head but it was starting to rain and while this place never seemed to have weather that was too uncomfortable, it was still starting to get colder and she didn't seem to be dressed for it. Plus with the bow and arrows and knife and the adrenaline in her system he had to wonder if she was out to pick a fight.
He knew enough to know that, even in this place, approaching an on-edge woman, who was armed, while wearing all black and with most of his face covered, in the middle of the night was probably going to be a pretty bad idea so he stepped back for a moment to take his mask off and circle around the block so he could approach her from the front instead of behind.
Coming up on her he slowed from his run but kept at a light jog, the rain wetting his hair, "Are you alright?" he asked, once he was close enough he didn't need to raise his voice.