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[ Trish Walker doesn't have superpowers. She isn't fond of that fact, but she recognises that she has to deal with it, and so she finds other ways of doing good because if she isn't at least trying to change the world then what is the point of... well, anything?

Part of that quest to do something is to use her fame and considerable fortune to tell other people's stories, and a story she would very much like to tell is that of a certain small legal firm that seems to keep taking on cases not based on what will earn them money, but based on who needs them the most.

That is the sort of firm Trish would like to stand behind, and so she has decided to pay the place a visit and see if they would like to make an appearance on Trish Talk. It would be pretty damn good publicity, if she does say so herself.

She knocks on the door, but steps inside without waiting for someone to actually open it for her. ]

Hello?

[ It's a quiet day at Nelson and Murdock, and those days are difficult to come by. Mid-morning, and Matt has just made himself coffee from the makeshift pantry; with Karen out on an errand with Foggy, he finds himself alone -- although not for long.

He catches the scent of her perfume first, fresh and clean and expensive, a woman who clearly doesn't belong on this side of town. Not a client, obviously, her heart rate doesn't betray any sign of anxiety or nervousness, a signature in nearly every client that he's come across. Second, he recognizes her voice immediately, and he step out from his office, careful to come into her line of vision.

Matt smiles, setting aside the coffee mug. ] Hello. Can I help you?

I'm sort of hoping that we could help each other. You're Mr... Nelson?

[ She's got a fifty percent chance of being right here, and is inwardly kicking herself for not just doing a damn google image search before heading over to the office.

Oh well, worst case scenario she gets it wrong and in the greater scheme of things that really isn't actually much of an issue. ]

Mr. Murdock, actually.

[ Matt corrects gently. It's not often that you hear Trish Walker out of her element, but she certainly seems to be so now. Nonetheless, he can't help but be endeared, and it doesn't hurt that she's more than just a little attractive.

He might be blind, but he sure as hell knows these things. He cocks his head; there's no handshake, but in place of it is a friendly smile and sunglass-clad gaze focused inches above her shoulder. ] Matt Murdock. How do you propose to help us, Ms. Walker?

[ Ouch, first strike. She winces a little. ]

Sorry, usually I'm a bit more well-researched.

[ Had she been it would also have come as less of a surprise that the good Mr. Murdock is seriously cute. Lesson learned, always come prepared. ]

I sort of heard about you guys through the grapevine and got inspired.

[ She can't get high to escape her problems anymore so she has to deal with how fucking shit she is feeling after all that went down with Kilgrave in more productive ways. Hence the impulsive visiting of complete strangers without properly checking them out first. Jess will be so annoyed with her, even if she won't have much room to speak. That never stops her.

Actually, now that Trish is thinking about it she's pretty annoyed with herself too. Memorandum, get back to paranoia when you get out of this office. ]

I can give you good publicity. And if we get along and I like what you're doing here, I also have a lot of capital that needs investing in good causes.

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