Again, Foggy. See also: his night job. He's not sure he really qualifies as the better of the two of them. Never mind the reasons he does it are the same reasons they left Landman and Zack, largely noble despite how they're executed.

But at any rate.

"No. No, we're good," Matt promises, pulling away from the wall as he approaches the kitchen. He finds the nearest counter top with his fingers, following that, instead, to direct him to the fridge, and when he reaches it -- well. Foggy's always arranged the contents of his refrigerator so that he can find them without much struggle. That hasn't changed in the last five minutes.

Pulling out a bottle of water, he uncaps it and takes a sip even as he moves back to the section of counter he'd been perched on, earlier. Belatedly and once he's swallowed, he offers a simple, "Thanks."