Danny had met a lot of people from his version of New York but he didn't have the memories to put faces and names together. Everyone was a stranger and it was only mildly alarming that they knew him. He had run into Matt shortly after the mans arrival and they'd talked but Danny hadn't felt like pursing his future had been wise. He hadn't been avoiding Matt but he hadn't been looking for the blind man either.

Foggy was a complete stranger to him.

"Need help with anything?" He asked from his perch on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching Foggy with a curious arc to his eyebrow. The layer really didn't look like much of a fighter.