Matthew looked at the old woman. He really did have a wall hiding the truth. A truth he couldn't afford to let anyone know. His mother verball beat it into his head that he'd be hated if anyone knew what was the truth of the situation. He didn't want to be hated. So he stopped trying to tell anyone the abuse. Plus he didn't want pity. Also plus nobody believed him. The cops told him he was a liar because of who his father was. He watched her with curious wondering eyes as she did her thing. She never used the cards and he was curious more about her reason why. He looked at her and smiled but it wasn't real. His smiles never were. They were mirror images of what he had seen others do. "Yes. She caught me off guard because I was looking around in awe at the place." He said. Mostly true. "She seems like a nice lady." He blinked a bit. He tilted his head to the side. "Yeah. That sounds interesting." He said with a smile. He looked thoughtful. Then nodded his head. "I'd enjoy that." He said with a bit of a true smile a moment later. "Thank you for inviting me here." It seemed to be the only place he could imagine safety.