Hell’s Kitchen, New York. You had just recently started a freelance/self employed job since your previous employers weren’t working out so well. You managed to get yourself an office in a dingy overpriced building, your office was right across from Nelson and Murdock DA office which consisted of Foggy Nelson, Matthew Murdock, and Karen Page. As you were setting up your office you heard your office neighbors talking about softball of all things. You stood nearby your office door listening to the conversation the trio were having not completely aware that the blind man, Matt somehow knew you were listening in on their conversation as you set up your own office.*

Foggy: “So, when are we getting a company softball team together?”

Karen: “There’s only three of us, Foggy.”

Matthew: “Not to mention only you and Karen can see.”

Matt said as he “read” the braille of whatever case he was going over.

Foggy: “Okay, okay. Fair enough but we’ve got spirit like a softball team and you know what they say: ‘A little team means big spirit’.”

Karen: “I don’t think anyone says that, Foggy.”

Matthew: “Definitely not.”

Matt said still going over the braille for the document he was “reading”.