Matt had to think about that. A safe haven? After all the ordeals leading up to New York - twice - he hadn't considered it possible. Hadn't thought about it at all. He'd been abducted twice, held against his will, experimented on and then been on the run, and his idea of normalcy hinged on not letting anyone know about any of that. About what he could do. It'd lead to more of the same.

To talk about it ... that someone would employ people like him willingly, it didn't quite add up to his experiences. Or, well. Thompson had, but Thompson had also been the person pulling those strings that Matt hated.

Maybe he was paranoid.

"I'd kill for a new shirt", he agreed after a moment. "Molly says I smell."

Dropping his hand to loosely cross his arms, he leant his hip against the sink, still watching Mohinder. Rather closely. For several reasons.

"This Arthur guy. You don't think he's one of us?"

Yeah, sorry, tunnel vision. It was what made most sense to Matt though. Normals didn't tend to trust specials so easily. Unless it was about exploiting them?