The rhetorical part of that question was normally meant for a nod, but hearing that someone actually wasn't alright put him on his own higher alert. Alright, so he wasn't the only one that felt this way. The tense stance didn't inspire confidence, but Matt had been given a weapon at least. Which again was pretty fucked up for Heaven standards. "I wasn't born even remotely in the eighties, so this is all pretty cool I guess. Technology is shit so I'm not sure who budget cut heaven but..."

He knew that wasn't what had been meant, but he came the few more steps closer to talk. "There's some cuties around so I guess it'll be alright." With a pause he tilted his head, more letting Murmur lead the conversation, which was a better way to find out what was in someone's head for those of them without cool abilities. Matt definitely had more to say about the place, but gathering information was his job.