Matt hadn't been in the city long enough to hear of the Redbright Institute. To him it sounded as though the men in the clean white coats had finally shown up to take him away (ha-ha) which, to be honest, was even further down on the list of things he wanted to do this evening than spending the night in jail. He preferred jail over being locked up in a mental health facility.

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

"Thanks," Matt said, polite but firm. "I'll keep that in mind. Do you have a card or something? That way I know you're legit. Can't be too careful these days."