There's something familiar about the cadence of the approaching footsteps, but the subtle scents clinging to her clothing are muffled by the cold, and it's not until she speaks that he figures out why the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end, and his posture stiffens slightly. "Not officially," he says, hoping his response isn't as hasty as it feels.

If anyone here's observant enough to connect the dots between Daredevil and Matt Murdock, Matt thinks she's most likely to get there first. Not necessarily the first one who'll say so, though, if she feels that keeping it to herself is to her advantage. Is there some kind of etiquette to revealing someone's secret identity? God, what an absurd thing to worry about at a time like this. He's just going to hope for the best, because he's in this too deep now. And... it didn't turn out a total disaster last time, right? At least not as far as the others went.

"Black Widow, right?" Matt says, as if he didn't know already. "I take it you're part of this, uh, team."