"Right." Matt fixed Bennet with a look that wasn't hostile, but to the point - their history had been a shaky one, but Noah had proved himself a good man in Matt's eyes at the end of it. It was just that he still had that infuriating way of not quite playing fair, almost regardless of the situation. Kept his cards close to his chest. "What now?"

The older man shifted his stance slightly, looking back at Matt first, then to Peter. "Now, I'm going to handle it. I suggest you speak very quietly about this. Right now, no one has to know." His eyebrows raised slightly and he tilted his head, observing them through his glances, even shooting Mohinder a pointed glance. There was that slight curl of a smirk in place, too. The one that had made Matt want to strangle him at times. "I'll let you know if I need you."

He turned and gestured to a table behind him. Their items, previously packed into plastic bags and taken away, were tossed a bit haphazardly on the surface. Not that there were many.

"Your belongings are all accounted for. Well, except your clothes, I'm afraid. But I think you can manage, can't you?"

Matt didn't give a damn. Peter still seemed mostly anxious to get out of there, not quite liking the way Noah looked at him. But in true Peter-fashion, he still had to ask. He needed to make amends and wasn't quite sure how yet. "Alright. So we just leave? You sure?"

It was met with a slight nod and a head lightly tilted to the side as if to ask if there were any more questions.