"Alright?" Fin says, brushing his hair away from his eyes "Can't say that it is. Drake getting himself in trouble again, thinks he's got the world figured out, and spent the morning yelling at him about it" He lets out a quick sigh shaking his head, quickly remembering they don't know who 'drake' is quickly explaining "My little brother thinks he can fix all our problems with somebody else's coin purse, and he's running out a'luck"

Distracted by his own little problem for a few moments Fin remembers Matthews original comment, silently praying it has NOTHING to do with a certain angsty teenager. "... Somebody to see me? Don't suppose the Fellah got a name?"