The TARDIS. That was why the voice was so familiar. Steve was the one that helped keep an eye on Brandt while he was recovering. Matt remembered like it was yesterday. That ordeal was a nightmare but he had represented the people in the TARDIS as best he could and as a favor to Evey.
Matt's smile blossomed and he set his briefcase down at his feet, catching Steve's hand before it lowered too far. "Then it's a pleasure to run into you again, Steve, and I'm glad you made it here safe. You can call me Matt, no need to be formal." After a good shake of greeting, Matt released Steve's hand.
He lifted his chin to peer around Steve's form when the order came up to claim. "That you? Quite an order. I didn't know you could eat that much." From what he knew about Steve, now that the name actually rang a bell, Matt wasn't quite sure what a super solider consumed on a daily basis. But that was probably how Rogers maintained that muscle mass and physique. Matt wasn't near as fit or as tall, but he hadn't been given serum either. Not that he would hold that against the National Hero and Avenger.
Lifting his briefcase again, he clutched the handle easier and waited patiently in line for his turn. "I hate to run but I've got a case to look at next door. I have this client who just ended up in jail for a kidnapping. Crazy stuff." He shook his head as it flooded back. "So please don't take it the wrong way if I seem a little eager to get back. I'm ready to be done with this."