Her expression softened somewhat during his speech and she reluctantly shook his hand. At least he was apologizing (though she couldn't help but feel creeped out, was he reading her mind or something? Ugh, telepaths). Danny Rand, huh? Well that name sounded familiar, which either meant she'd heard it around here or that there'd been some counterpart of him in her own universe. The details of her home world sure were getting fuzzy with time. For some reason, the first thing she associated with his name was "Daredevil" but that didn't make sense, at all. Oh well, whatever.
"I took martial arts classes most of my life," was her answer to his question. She studied him for a moment, taking in his unwashed hobo ensemble and her frown was back. "Does Tony know you?"