"That's right. Hell's Kitchen, born and raised." Sure, the official name might be Clinton, but nobody in Manhattan calls the neighborhood that. "I do feel the cold, unfortunately. Warm sweaters are underrated."

The lack of heartbeat is still genuinely concerning, more out of reflex than any real fear of her. She sounds genuinely friendly, and though he doesn't have his usual method of lie detecting available, it's not the only sense he's come to rely on. "Matthew Murdock. Nice to meet you, too." He offers a smile that's not quite pointed at her, though in her general direction. "Long sleeves is a must, but preferably not anything with a hood. I want something I can move around in. Black or dark red would be best, if they have it."