[ It's been a while since Daisy Johnson did proper undercover work. Slipping into the uniform of the day— a perfectly tailored black suit and heels, she feels a thrill at the prospect of what lay ahead. Which was good; there's a lot riding on the days ahead, for everyone involved, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy the work itself.
Her path to Hell's Kitchen is a winding one through cabs, the subway, and more than one stop in a coffee shop, all purposefully meant to be confusing for anyone who might try to track her movements. Her hair and makeup are styled in a very un-Daisylike manner, very proper and controlled, to hopefully avert any bystander's recognition along the way — being recognized as Quake while undercover would put a swift end to everything she has planned. But finally she arrives, hefting the leather workbag a little higher on her shoulder as she enters the building and makes her way the office of one Matthew Murdock. She's calm when she knocks on the door and enters, not the least bit nervous or apprehensive about her mission, years of training to control her heartrate and emotional responses hard at work. There's a confidence in her step and voice as she introduces herself and that thrill is finally tempered by realistic caution. It's time to get to work. ]
[ Matt hears when she arrives and double checks the arrangement of his desk in case he missed a stray paper from the last client he had spoken with. He gets up from his seat to offer her a polite handshake. She must have gone to a coffee shop before coming, the scent follows her into the office. ]
Ms. Johnson, nice to meet you finally. Please, have a seat.
[ He gestures toward the seat across the desk from his own. ]
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Her path to Hell's Kitchen is a winding one through cabs, the subway, and more than one stop in a coffee shop, all purposefully meant to be confusing for anyone who might try to track her movements. Her hair and makeup are styled in a very un-Daisylike manner, very proper and controlled, to hopefully avert any bystander's recognition along the way — being recognized as Quake while undercover would put a swift end to everything she has planned. But finally she arrives, hefting the leather workbag a little higher on her shoulder as she enters the building and makes her way the office of one Matthew Murdock. She's calm when she knocks on the door and enters, not the least bit nervous or apprehensive about her mission, years of training to control her heartrate and emotional responses hard at work. There's a confidence in her step and voice as she introduces herself and that thrill is finally tempered by realistic caution. It's time to get to work. ]
Skye Johnson, here to see Mr. Murdock.
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Ms. Johnson, nice to meet you finally. Please, have a seat.
[ He gestures toward the seat across the desk from his own. ]