While Matt had a sense that Maya was holding back, he certainly didn't begrudge her for it. They'd just met and while she had some idea of who he was, he knew very little about her. They weren't friends, but he hoped that with time that they might be. "I'm very sorry to hear of your fathers passing." It sounded like Wilson Fisk was a terrible person, no matter what universe he was from. That was sobering to realize.
"I find it funny that your Matt knew the Avengers. I'll be honest and just say that I've spent a lot of my time recently picking up after them." They'd really made a mess of New York, honestly. He offered Maya a crooked smile. "Do I dare ask what your undercover work has entailed?"