Matt had been awake for a while. He kept odd hours these days, and mostly just slept when he could, or couldn't avoid it. A lot of his... abilities worked better in the dark. And frankly his quarry preferred it for a whole bunch of reasons. And Carnival just made them later. Drunk tourists wandering about. To easy for someone to vanish. Especially as the night tapered off, and the crowds slimmed.  In his head, Matt knew his chances of stopping such were slim. New Orleans was big, and he couldn't be everywhere at once. But his head could get stuffed, because at the end of the day, he'd rather know he tried.<br/><br/>Morgayne's call caught him just as he was prepping to head out, luckily. He'd tossed on his large coat, stuck his handguns in the pockets concealed inside of it, and that's when the call came through. Matt had a Cell Phone, like everyone else in this bloody world but wizards, and he flipped it open immediately when he saw it was Morgayne. There were people Matt didn't take calls from. Lots of them. But Morgayne... well, pretty much most men (and quite a few ladies) would take a call from her unless they were dead. And even then, they might make a spirited attempt. Matt cracked a smile at that.<br/><br/>"Evening Ms. Earlich. What can I do for you?"<br/><br/>He spoke in relaxed terms. He doubted it was something of the nature of needing a couch moved, frankly, but no need to get worked up till he knew what was going on.