"Yeah, I'll do my best." Matthew said. He made a turn down a side street a short ways and parked in an empty lot in front of a liquor store out of sight of the police. "You go talk cop to those guys and I'll go have a look around. I should be able to make it round back of the pizzeria from here. Stay outta sigh, check inside, book it back here when I find our new friend."

He took the gun and shoved it awkwardly into the rim of his sweatpants, the metal cold and heavy against his skin, and covered it with his shirt. He took a few deep breaths, tapped out a staccato drum beat on the wheel with is hands, then threw open the door and hopped out before he could change his mind. 

Cold hit him again, reminding him that he was still in his pajamas. Oh well, didn't really matter. All the better, really. Maybe if he got spotted they'd just assume he was a homeless guys so long as thy didn't see the gun. He wasn't as worried about her. In his experience it didn't matter where a cop came from, blue trusted blue. They were all family so long as thy weren't stepping on each others toes.

He went to close the door, then leaned his head in again for a moment. "And, uh, sorry about that 'fuck the police' thing earlier. Present company excluded." He nodded awkwardly to himself then gently closed the door and started making his way through a nearby alleyway on route to the pizza place. He moved slowly, cautiously, eyes and ears primed to pick up any sort of movement or sound.