There is comfort in being part of a team. Despite the fact that Matt does his vigilante gig back home alone, there was a huge comfort in letting Karen and Foggy just know about it. It lifted a burden off his shoulders. Perhaps Lydia is experiencing the same sort of feeling. In general, common ground, communication and teamwork do help people live together, but sometimes it's hard to establish that for one reason or another.

Matt's brow furrow when she mentions the hate groups. It's pretty clear by his expression that he hasn't heard about them. "No, but I don't like the sound of that." Once he gets his feet under him, he can actually take care of himself pretty well. He's a master at hand to hand combat and acrobats (even if he doesn't look it) but he's used to doing those things with super sensitive senses that allow him to anticipate what a person is going to do before they do it. It'll be a little while before he gets sure of himself.

He nods a little. "Yeah. Every winter. It doesn't usually shut the city down, but it can make things pretty miserable." He grins a little. "You know, living in California, that's just taking things on easy mode. New Yorkers don't generally do that," he jokes.