He could feel her shivering. As she clung to him, in her efforts helping him along, Matt could sense that Kate wasn't doing entirely well herself. It was more than enough to spur him onward. He had to group, to not let himself panic as he'd done last time he'd lost his powers. He wasn't without strength, just because he didn't have his sight or extra abilities. He was Daredevil no matter what.

How many years ago was this? How many steps?

Listen for footsteps around him as they went. It was like riding a bike.

His steps were heavy but he plodded them towards where they needed to go. His arm was wrapped around her, as intent on holding her up as she was with him. When they got to the front of the warehouse in question, Matt moved to stand in front of her. He staggered forward, weapons at the ready. His head was tilted, his voice raspy with illness and exhaustion. It didn't matter. What he said was the key, not his well being. After all, he was the enemy. Wasn't he?

"Melvin. I have an innocent with me. Help her. Please."

Not unlike the plea that Matt had made outside of Claire's. Did it matter how Matt greeted each old ally with a plea for Kate rather than thinking he was welcome himself? It even struck himself as unsettling, as he waited.

Eventually, the doors creaked open.

Matt ushered Kate in, listening to their echoed steps, his hand gripping her sleeve because he had no other choice. It had been years. Inside the shop his voice was soft. "Hello, Melvin."

A long pause. Water dripped from the ceiling. Eventually a figure came forward. The image of a man who terrified many, but who's movements were skittish and unsure.

"You're hurt?" The hulking man asked Kate, not Matt.