He feels like he should argue, but at the moment he just doesn't have the energy for it. He lets out a short breath and pushes himself off the wall and, accidentally, a little into Matt. He doesn't feel bad about letting Matt look after him, not after the hell that Matt's put him through in the past. At least he's not half dead.

"You don't have a pocket in that bodysuit with cab fare in it, do you?" Foggy asks as they make their way out of the warehouse and past other unconscious and bloody bodies. He'd ask Matt to find his wallet, but it seems pretty irrelevant now.

As they push past the door leading out into the cool night he has to fight down a lump in his throat. I'm out.