Walking through the doors for the first time invited a cacophony of sound that he hadn’t been prepared for, even though he’d done his best to prepare for anything. Matt Murdock had been on Pandora before, but its peculiar nature had taken him out for an indeterminate amount of time. Nevertheless, he knew what the brand was, and he knew exactly how he needed to fit into the overall puzzle.
Supernatural problems required supernatural solutions; he’d known that much for most of his adult life. Finding a job as a normal attorney had always created a separation in his life, and rarely did those two spheres collide. That Pandora had allowed for that was...a welcome surprise, even amongst the shit that it had otherwise brought upon his doorstep. At the very least, Toby Daye deserved to be met, even if it wasn’t a precursor for gainful employment.
Dressed in the single suit that he had been afforded since arriving, Matt cleared his throat as he walked, letting his cane idly tap on the floor. His attention was very intentionally split, from the security at the door to the receptionist to the more distant heartbeat of Toby herself, or so he had to assume based on the floor design of the building. Each of them was distinct, and for the most part, differed from what he would have associated with humanity. Even though humans held unique signatures that allowed him to easily tell them apart, there was usually a baseline of some sort--pulse, blood pressure, body warmth. Some were higher and some were lower than what he considered normal.
It was a moving goalpost, he supposed.
Free from the gauntlet he had to suffer between entering the building and verifying his appointment, Matt had arrived at an office, with a woman there to greet him. Her vitals were almost the most unique of them all, with many aspects contradicting each other; young and old; safe and otherwise. He evaluated her as he did anyone else, and found himself remaining cautious.
“Miss Daye? My name is Matthew Murdock,” he offered as a greeting, letting his hands fold comfortably over the top of his walking stick. “I called the other day about an ad you put out, and your staff was kind enough to set up this appointment. I hope this isn't an inconvenience; I'm sure you're very busy.”