continued from here with @qucke:
So that’s what it was. Not moving the car or at least driving around the block had been a huge oversight, but getting gas would draw unwanted attention considering the indefinite quarantine that the dome provided. Daisy quickly did her best to look embarrassed, running a hand through her slightly messed up hair with a dismissive laugh. He looked like any normal civilian and she could respect a protective streak for the church. “Ah, no I’m okay. I must have lost track of time…”
Dark eyes darted towards the ignition, lacking any keys and wires exposed. Only small favors had sent someone blind to check out the loiterer than actually calling the cops. Daisy sat up straighter, squinting at the man with a small inkling of familiarity that quickly passed. “I was just passing through town visiting a friend before all this happened.”
Large sweeping gestures helped to distract from the half truths, however such actions seemed useless on the man before her. Thankfully the evidence in the car only backed up her claims with empty food and drink containers littering the floor. A mound of clothes formed a lumpy pillow in the back seat next to her defunct lap top for when she decided to climb back for some actual rest.
“Anyways, thanks for looking out but I’ll be okay. Let ‘em know I didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes.”
Matt listened to far more than the woman’s words as she responded to him. She avoided flat out lying to him, but she was hardly being up front with the truth. He could hardly blame her in the situation. “Lost track of time? They made it sound like you’ve been outside here for a few days,” he offered gently.
Normally, the hotwired car would have given him reason to be suspicious of several things, but lately that might be the only way to get some cars started. He could smell the empty food containers and dirty clothes before he knocked, but now that the door was open he took in the variety of it all. “If you want to wait for your friend, you can come inside and way. It might be a lot safer for both of you and they have food there, clean clothes, and a place to rest,” he offered. Even before all of this, the promise of snacks usually gave people pause.
Saying she meant no harm was the most honest thing she’d told Matt and that was a relief. “No harm done,” he assured her. “There are good people here. They might be gruff and very, very strict, but they want to help people.” He took a half step back, not wanting her to feel crowded. “Name’s Matt Murdock, by the way. If there’s anything I can do to help, let them know. They know how to find me,” he told her, offering his hand. If she was going to leave, at least he might be able to give a name to soothe the nuns inside the church.