While he couldn't see in the traditional sense, what he did see was a world on fire, he could 'see' her based on not only her movements, but on the the sounds that surrounded them. He'd explained his sight to Foggy and Claire, but to a stranger it might be more difficult, and even then he wasn't sure that he wanted to get into it. What he couldn't read was the pamphlet, because it was laminated and he couldn't feel the words. He followed her, based on sound, and stretched his hand out until he found the park bench that she was looking for. He sat down.
"Well," he started to say. "I'm blind, but not in the traditional sense." He hoped that being honest wouldn't cost him anything. "I have a sense of where I am, and I know that I'm not in New York." He set his cane to one side and tilted his head back. "I can still see, in a sense, but... printed words are harder. I can usually feel the letters, but... well..." He showed her the pamphlet. "...Not when they're laminated." He was showing a lot of trust here. But at the same time, what did he have to lose?