Matt mellowed out when Molly curled up with him and he wrapped his arm around her and leaned his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah", he said, shooting Mohinder a look even as he hugged his daughter closer. It read slightly apologetic, but that wariness in his eyes still hadn't gone away. The ingrained distance that he still needed. "I just worry."

Of course he did. About both of them. They stayed like that for a moment in quiet companionship before they got out of the car, Matt a little slower than he'd like, especially when his left arm reminded him that he'd gotten hurt. He grimaced, rolled his shoulder, but kept his other hand linked with Molly's when they followed Mohinder along.

This was Mohinder's turf and Matt was glad to shut off a bit, to not have to lead. And he still kept all kinds of vigilance and was altogether tense and a little twitchy whenever someone unexpected appeared or something happened, but he trusted Mohinder now to lead the way and to handle most of it.

He was surprised by how clean everything seemed, how organised. It was one hell of a shock compared to New York - the order, the clipboards, the civil conversation.

The fact that the building was standing was another plus.