The buzzing whine of the Ruckus presages Matt's arrival.  He's dressed plainly, like a normal person really, in a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.  His ever-present leather satchel accompanies him, strapped down to the seat.  He pulls up behind the car blinks at the people already there.  "Good morning, everyone."  He chains up his bike and stretches a little.  "It's good to see you all well.  Have any of you heard from the others?"