[Alright, maybe she was a little too impressed about the whole secret agent thing. This could be a moment of self-reflection for Matt, if only he were capable of recognizing it... And wasn't so busy soaking in it.]

Oh, well, you know... The usual, I suppose. [There isn't a hint of irony or joking in his tone as he speaks,] Running a cyber-gang in your teen years, getting swept up with a criminal empire, almost dying in your own virtual simulation, [A nervous chuckle] fleeing back to England for amnesty, exchanging international government knowledge and hacking expertise for personal safety and freedom... [He trails off a moment, weighing everything he's said.

When he finally clears his throat, it's abrupt.]

Not really where I saw my life going, as you can imagine.