[ It isn't wise for him to stay here, and Matt knows it. He can hear the quiet whine of sirens approaching, probably from one of the kidnapees who've alerted the authorities to something shady going on near the docks in Hell's Kitchen.

He shifts his weight, drinks in her quiet laugh, and feels oddly calmed by it; there's a sort of peace there, even if it's somewhat melancholy. ]

If you stay here, the police will take care of you. I can't stay.

[ And judging by her reaction— or lack of one— she needs the help. ]

—But if you'd feel safer letting me lead you, I'll take you somewhere with more people.

[ A beat. ]

...And not the sort that'll stick you in dark places.