[Trying to rid the immediate association between whiskey and a strong, independent woman is going to take more than a building falling on him. The flash of Miss Jones's memory is what keeps him more calm than he would be with a concealed weapon.]

Pleasure to meet you.

[...that's what a person not running would say. Ahem. Matt takes another sip of his drink.]

A....serial killer. [Just the way the words come out all smooth, casual. Just does not sit right. He still has the good sense to shrug and laugh a little.]

That would be the first time anyone's thought of me that way. [That he's aware of.] I'm not here to cause any trouble.