Bullseye. Matt couldn't even bring himself to say the name. "He has leverage against both of us. What would he be playing for? Why wait?" Matt turned, trying to pick out a sonic needle in a world full of hay, but no clue would come to him that easily unless Fisk wanted it to.
A disgusted sound in his throat broke his train of focus away from the cacophony. "Maybe he wants you on edge. All of us. Let me state as plainly as possible that if..." Biting the inside of his cheek, Matt spat the word out, "if Bullseye is gunning for you, you should be very careful. He's the deadliest assassin on the continent."
Matt turned back to her. "Some friendly advice? You may want to stay with Misty's crew until this blows over."