His hands move to slip under her top, callouses tickling her lower back as he closes his eyes and breathes her in. With how sterile this place is, without all that grime, street food, construction, old cigarettes and other smells they pick up moving through New York City, her scent comes across stronger, makes his stomach flutter.

He pauses when he gets to her chin and pulls back a little. The way his brows furrow and how he sighs through his nose is more than enough indication that he didn't like that Frank had clipped her.

"I told him you'd kick his ass. He didn't deny it. I didn't think he'd actually hit you though." Chivalry is dead in space. "Where else did he hurt you?" Matt's just chomping at the bit to let the Devil loose on Frank.