Despite the beanie covering his eyes, Matt maneuvers through the mess with ease, sidestepping people and less animate obstacles alike, staying on Spider-Man's heels. Whether the mask is a superhero type or the ski mask type, he can't tell from the sound, but in this kind of weather it doesn't matter. The kid's wearing layers, that much he can tell, and everyone's going to need all the warmth they can get, however they can get it.

He grunts an affirmative, half his attention tuned to what lies ahead. The other half sort of hoping he doesn't get recognized, although with his track record dealing with vigilantes and people who pay too much attention, that probably isn't going to happen. "Yeah. Devil of Hell's Kitchen, that's me. The real one, not that asshole who stole my suit."