Matt had scoped out as much of the area as he could without climbing the buildings on his way back to the barracks. He wasn't about to go scaling walls until he had some idea about what security measures Knowhere had squirrelled away. They clearly had advanced technology and judging by the electrical hum behind essentially every wall and panel he came to it was everywhere.
Life here was going to vs very restricting without the addition of his Daredevil activity. He'd become almost addicted to going out at night and cleaning up the streets. It was akin to mediation with his much it cleared his mind. A worrying thought perhaps but not one he was going to dwell on. Without Daredevil and with the constant barrage of unknown sounds and smells Matt was starting to grow anxious about his own mental health.
Still, if the people around him weren't from his Earth what difference did it make if they knew about his abilities?Would it matter if he outed himself here? He was so used to the secrets that the idea of telling everyone around made his stomach turn slightly.
His mind was still racing when he reached his dorm and he didn't bother keeping up the illusion of tapping his cane on the way along to his bed. He was three steps away when he realised there was someone in the bunk next to his. Worse, it was someone he knew-
Frank Castle. It was Frank Castle. There was no way he could forget that deep, slow heartbeat that never faltered, even when he was squeezing the trigger of a gun. And in the bunk next to his. Was this some sort of game to him? Matt opened his mouth to address the other man but caught himself. A blind man wouldn't know who it was. "Is someone there?" he asked, trying not to grit his teeth.