Karen didn't have Matt's senses, and she didn't have the strengths that he did. The reason though that she was so good at the new job she had taken though was that she was observant. Not enough to put together Matt was Daredevil, but she caught what he was doing with the bottle. And why.

Setting her own down, she took his hand, brought the bottle over and put his hand on the bottle. "Matt, I thought you were. Foggy let me believe that to explain why you were missing appointments and why you were always bruised and beat up," she said. "I don't think you are now, and I get why the lie worked," she said. "But you don't have to pretend now, and you don't have to deny a beer. Besides coffee, what else do we drink together?"

The three of them, always. It was a thing. They might not always have money for food, but they had a tab. Had.

"How is that then, Matt? How do you feel? What do you wish you had done?"

She couldn't say it would be okay. Not until she knew what he had to say. What he intended to do now.