[Wouldn't know it now, could even fool Matt's ears with a strong heartbeat like that inside Steve's chest. He returns the handshake, expecting it to come since the man walked over.]

They compensate for the eyes. [He says almost jokingly.]

Matt Murdock, a pleasure Mr. Rogers. And I'm afraid I'm not a boxer. But my father was. "Fighting" Jack Murdock out of Hell's Kitchen, New York? [It was probably after Steve's time.]