He's pleasantly surprised. Sometimes, Matt underestimates people's tolerance for weird. He also gets a little hung up and frustrated on the bad press he gets. He knows; he should stop listening to Trish Talks (but he likes her voice--shut up).

Color Matt impressed and his faith in humanity at large momentarily somewhat restored. He tries to get Foggy in the cab with as little pain as possible and he smirks a little at the amusement in Foggy's voice. He does one of those subtle little rubbing the top of his ear with his middle finger things that people do, not because he's mad at Foggy but to foster that amusement. "You're welcome," Matt responds, leaning in slightly to nod at the cabbie "thanks," he tells him as he takes a step back.

He'll disappear into the alley, but he makes sure to listen until the cab drives off then he heads up a fire escape and over the roofs of the building to beat Foggy and the cabbie to his apartment. Once he's at his own fire escape, he slips inside, sheds the armored suit and throws on a pair of sweats, tee shirt and tennis shoes. He barely remembers to grab his cane and his sunglasses at the front door before he's headed down the steps to meet the cab just as it's pulling up to the curb.