"I know you, Matt," he begins. "You might not have planned on it going this far, but if Fisk hadn't given you a reason, something else would have." Foggy really doesn't blame Matt for that, either - he followed him away from the cushiest of all possible jobs in the name of the little guy and their souls, after all.

"I already knew you could adapt." Matt had to know Foggy had already respected what he could do despite being blind, even without knowing just how he was doing it all. "Not the super sense thing, but. It's... relative, or something. I assume you're a blind guy who's really good at navigating a world really not made for blind guys, and you've actually taken it all to a whole different level."

And he really hopes that makes sense out of his own head, because he's not entirely sure it does, but he's also not sure how to word it better. He was surprised, obviously, but. Maybe he shouldn't have been. Maybe he should have known this was something Matt would do.

And yes, he would appreciate if he got extra protection to keep someone making swiss cheese from him again. He was already worried about Matt walking into traffic or getting hit by a falling piano or something; now he has to be worried about evil ninjas.