There's far too much noise for Matt to separate anything as subtle as someone approaching him. He supposes he'll eventually learn to isolate sounds even with his diminished senses the way he had with his super ones.

He does hear her when she clears her throat. He's busy picking at food that he's not crazy about eating, but that he knows is necessary. He looks up, brows raising and lips curving in a genuine, if small, smile. "Please, be my guest." He gestures to what he assumes is a free seat. "I'm Matt."