He's taking his chance to invent salsa music. Of course he's taking his chance! Matt throws a hand over his face as he laughs. Well, it's not like the world will be harmed by learning the art sooner than intended. Music could make wonderful leaps and bounds hundreds of years early this way.

As they walk, Matt grinds his jaw while he sorts his useful thoughts from the worries he can't do anything about at the moment or wants to avoid. There's a rustle of fabric as they enter one of the tents. The instant cool feeling of the shade is a relief that earns a satisfied sigh. Well, that's one comfort.

Matt snaps to attention when Foggy speaks up and he blinks a couple times. "Patented unhappy thinking face," he muses, "I swear you've used that one before over the years."