"Thanks," Matt replies with a slight inclination of his head and vague upward hoist of his glass, and takes a small sip. He intends to make this last, if he's to pay what he expects he will.

"Matt Murdock," he offers, hand held out just a little left of where it ought to be, hovering with that blind awkwardness he's had to force himself to become used to. "How long has it been for you?"