Matt scowled briefly. "It's in my left hand," he called back. "I'm right handed, so...yeah..." his voice trailed off. He was never very good at comebacks. He snapped his wrist, sending the blade and handle in a sharp curve and back into the closed position. Why wasn't anyone calling? No work for almost two weeks? Surely there had to be some illegal activity going on somewhere in this city. It wasn't exactly a small place.

He dropped the knife on his desk, pushed away from it in his wheeled desk chair and stood up, stretching briefly. He hadn't eaten since 8 AM and it was the early afternoon. Regg was probably making lunch for one, so he was going to have to handle it himself. Lately Matt had been into meat and cheese subs with vegetable toppings. It was the closest he wanted to get to a salad. He needed to stay in good shape anyway. Fortunately, he had two and a half of them left, still in the paper bag. Matt glanced around his room, looking for some kind of excuse to stay, then left, leaving the door half an inch open.

Regg was looking through the shelves, but Matt could tell at a glance that his roommate was somewhere else, thinking hard about who knows what. He gave up figuring out what was going on in his head long ago. After all, Regg was a genius of sorts. Maybe he was unraveling the history of the universe. Quantum physics for lunch. Matt through briefly about making a comment, but decided against it. Instead, he slid past Regg as smoothly as possible, opened the fridge, removed half a sub and a bottle of water and closed it with his left leg. He looked glumly at the gun rack, fully stocked and untouched. The phone was sitting silently on the table. Grumbling, Matt made his way back towards his room, opening and closing the door with his foot.