[ Foggy's not completely proud of this, but there's definitely the distinct possibility that he gave a startled, slightly too high pitched yelp when he felt a hand grabbing at him out of no where.

Or, you know, not out of no where, but that's what he gets for focusing too much on his surroundings and not enough on who's walking by, but still.

He turns to ask what the hell, but freezes when he sees who it is.

And is also not completely proud of the little bit of relief he feels, but it's there anyway. ]

Matt? Wait, if you're here, too - what are the chances that we just had a little too much to drink and ended up in Atlantic City?