Matt falls silent for a long moment listening to the room full of heartbeats some so different he's wondering if they are even human. He can indeed feel that this young woman's hand tells a story and he very much wants to know what it is. His own hands tell a story too, they are callused from gripping something and strong as if he uses them more then his appearance would suggest. "You have no idea," he says thinking of the still healing wounds hidden under his layers of clothing, "I was just attending a funeral when I was brought here."