Matt finishes fairly quickly also, but not as quick as Susan, seeing as how Matt has clothes to put on, teeth to brush, and a host of other tasks that she doesn't need to worry about now. Finally, he heads to the linen closet and pulls out an old, faded beach towel.<br/><br/>"Follow me, Susan. Behind and to my right when we're out." As he heads to the garage, he scans the list she made. He is impressed at how thorough she was.<br/><br/>Once in the garage, he opens the passenger door of his burgundy Porsche 914, laying the beach towel onto the leather seat. "This is a kindness. Leather is not very forgiving to bare skin. Oh, and buckle up. I won't go anywhere if my passengers aren't buckled in."<br/><br/>On the road to the base, Matt turns on the radio. "You may speak freely here, Ms. Clark," he mutters. "How are you holding out?"