Owner	Pose
Skye Johnson	As it happened, Darcy Lewis had done Skye a favour by not reading her her rights. Not that Skye wouldn't have demanded to speak to a lawyer anyway, but now she had more than a legitimate reason to - and a way to bump her cred in front of the rest of the incercerated members of the former Rising Tide. And as it happened, one Foggy Nelson owed her a favour. Skye hadn't been able to dig up as much dirt on Danny Rand as she had hoped, but Foggy hadn't been all that careful with his promises. His offer of a lawyer if she ever needed one hadn't come with a "if you find something useful". No, it had been gloriously string free, and contingent only upon her looking, and she /had/ looked. After a day in lockup, Skye began complaining loudly of her rights, and demanding her lawyer. If Fury was going to keep her there, and use her, she was going to take this whole scenario to its logical conclusion.
Matt Murdock	Today was a day of firsts for Matthew Murdock, first time flying, first time on the helicarrier and the first time representing an international cyber-terrorist. The call had taken him by surprise, all the more so with Foggy out of the office, but a phone call later he confirmed the claim that Foggy had made various nebulous promises to one Daisy Johnson, now calling herself Skye. Hmm, Daisy Johnson, the name sounded familiar. Regardless of what Foggy had promised Matt might have hung up the phone if it hadn't been about the Rising Tide. It was an in, a way to find out what SHIELD knew, if only it didn't mean going right into the belly of the beast to get it. Though, Matt presented himself at the Triskelion at the appointed time, boarded the quinjet and rode up to the helicarrier to meet his new client. The lawyer, enters the room set aside for their meeting on the arm of a SHIELD agent (they confiscated his cane when he entered the brig) and with her help he's escorted to a chair. "Thank you," he sayss putting down the bundle of files under his arms and turning the red tinted lenses of his shades towards Skye. "Ms. Johnson, I'm Matthew Murdock, an associate of Foggy Nelson, we spoke on the phone," he says extending a hand to Skye across the table.
Skye Johnson	Skye wasn't expecting what she got. Though if truth were known, she wasn't exactly sure how the mild mannerred and somewhat retreating Foggy Nelson she'd met in the park that night was going to help her. To be honest, she wasn't sure if he would even remember his promise to her, or that she'd sent him data. But a blind man? Really, she told herself, she should have spent a little more time researching that lawy firm. Ah well, no help for it now. And it wasn't like he was going to call her out for staring at him. He was blind, after all. Though she did manage to bring herself together and stop that. She still did need him as things went. Skye's hand meets his, and offers a fair to decent shake. Nothing really firm about it. Just a run of the mill let's get this over with handshake. "Yeah. Skye Johnson. And you're Matthew Murdock..." Actually, as she said the name, there was something at the back of her brain that said that was familiar somehow. That she's said that name before - and not in recent memory. Like.. old memory. The kind that makes you want to rattle your brains and have the answer fall out so that you can sleep at night instead of trying to place it without success. "Matthew? Did you Ever go by something else?"
Matt Murdock	Matt shakes offered hand firmly, taking note of the perfunctory nature of the shake she offers him in turn. His hands are a little rough for a pen pusher but he settles them back on top of the stack of papers he brought while asks him about his name, "Matt," he says. "Sometimes Matty, but that was mostly, when I was a kid," he says."If we've met, you'll have to forgive me, I'm terrible at remembering faces," the joke is delivered with a disarming smile. In the spaces between questions and answers, he listens, making sure there is no buzz of hidden electronics listening in on the conversation. They were in the middle of SHIELD after all.
Skye Johnson	Matty. It was like a sudden blow to the woman, and she blinks as the memories of it all come flooding back. Skinny, angry kid, lashing out and trying to not fit in as he dealt with both his blindness and being shoved into an orphanage. Of course Skye hadn't realized all thag back then, just that he stuck out like a sore thumb, and that name wasn't doing him any favours. The memory, though, was solid, and as she looked at the blind lawyer, she could see remnants of that child in his features. "Fuck me," she mutters. "Matty Murdock. Didn't recognize you without the cane and the bad attitude. Holy shit. Now I really wish I'd looked up your firm better when I did that favour for your partner." Of course he has no clue who she was, or more importantly, why she knew him. "Daisy Johnson. You came to the orphanage I was living at just before they shipped me off to the next one. You were a string bean of a kid with an attitude. I swear, I thought you were going to try to beat up everyone there to prove some kind of point. Holy shit."
Matt Murdock	A slow smile crosses Matt's lips when she makes the connection he'd missed. "Wait, you're that Daisy Johnson?" he asks. She'd been young when they'd been at St. Agnes together, but, she was right about how he was back then. "Well, the old guy helping me out was a bit of an asshole," he says with a smile at his past behaviour. "And I did fight Tommy Capello that one time, didn't go so well though." That had been tough, letting him hit him when he could have taken the kid apart. He'd been in the middle of his training with Stick back then, and more than a match with any thirteen-year-old with a temper. "Though, if you'd researched the firm would my name have been a plus or a minus? Not sure a lawyer who picks losing fights is exactly anyone's first choice," he taps the files. "Especially given the charges."
Skye Johnson	Skye shakes her head, leaning on the table. "Holy shit," she repeats, again. As if she can't think of anything else to say, her lips twisting into a crooked grin. "Yeah, I remember that. You got a bloody nose and a black eye, and the sisters dragged you off by your ear like it was your fault. Tommy was a bit of a bitch. Kinda always wondered what happened to him." Well, that was a bit of a lie. Skye hadn't wondered about any of them as she'd been shipped along to place after place until she'd decided she'd had enough and ran away before they could uproot her again, making the drifter's life her own choice and not theirs. But seeing Matt made her remember those days, and some of the faces, and those memories made her wonder. She imagined Tommy had been adopted. With his luck, he was president of some company by now. Or something equally as good. He'd had horseshoes up his ass even then, other than the whole being orphaned part. "Huh?" Skye is suddenly aware her thoughts had drifted away from the present. "Oh. Uh.. I don't know. I mean you're a lawyer I can afford." Free was definitely in her budget. Her gaze drifts to the stack of files he taps. "Yeah. I imagine there's a wad of charges, huh? So, what's the bad news."
Matt Murdock	"Yeah, but I got in some insults, I think might have scarred him for life," Matt says of his fight. "And yeah, Sister Miriam and Sister Grace, I figure they could have refed professionally if they hadn't had another calling," he says with a shake of his head. Matt could hear the slight disinterest in Skye's voice, it was just casual conversations, but he answers honestly anyhow, "Doing alright, lives in Brooklyn now, in construction, doing well for himself," he says before explaining. "I go to the annual fundraisers, their orphaned blind lawyer is a big draw." The words are lightly given but there's a touch of tension under it. He moves on to business. Well we are cost effective, actually Foggy never said what it was you did to get our services," he says leaving that question to answer or not. "Anyhow, you're are facing a lot of serious charges, Ms. Johnson from sever jurisdictions, they range from computer crime to negligent homicide and terrorism," he says giving her a solemn look. "Honestly, Foggy and I will do our best, but we'll need to know what you want to do."
Skye Johnson	Skye really didn't care all that much what had happened to Tommy. Or any of them really. They'd never quite been part of her life. Even then, at five, she'd been bounced around enough that she'd learned not to make connections. She'd only remembered Matt so well because of the blindness... okay, and maybe some of the attitude as well. He'd had spunk. She wouldn't have pegged him for a future lawyer, though. "Damn, they're not fooling around, are they?" Skye chooses not to explain (yet, at least) how Foggy Nelson had come to owe her a favour. "So yeah. About those charges. You know they didn't read me my rights, huh?"
Matt Murdock	For his part, Matt cared about the kids at St. Agnes, though, mostly on an abstract level, like he should care because it was the right thing to do rather than out of any strong connection to them or the place. "Anyhow, he's doing sickeningly well for himself," he says closing that subject. "They're not," he agrees about the charges. "Given your previous employment at SHIELD you can probably expect treason to be added to the list as well," he says before she mentions not being read her rights. "Hm," he says. "That definitely helps, I haven't had time to review the state's evidence but, how much if anything have you said to them since being arrested?"
Skye Johnson	Skye frowns ever so slightly. "Me? Nothing, really. I mean, what am I supposed to have said to them? If you mean do they realize nobody read me my rights? No. I was saving that in case things got really sticky." But even she knows given the charges against her are serious enough that SHIELD would find a way to overlook that ... were they serious, actual charges. Of course there's also the small matter of what he said. Because, of course, she's not a completely heartless bitch, and the fact that people - real people - had gotten hurt as a result of this mission actually mattered to her. This nobody had told her how to deal with either. Unless it fell under 'self-medicate' as Fury had said.
Matt Murdock	"The smart play is always to say nothing," Matt explains, "But, as nobody has read you your rights, anything you have said between now and then is inadmissible as evidence, which is why I asked." He says, "Beyond that, if you do want to keep Nelson and Murdock as your legal counsel in this matter, then I will have to inform SHIELD of their mistake and advise you to continue to remain silent," he says. "Beyond that, it doesn't impact any further evidence they might have against you." He gives her a small apologetic smile before pressing on, "None of these files are in braille so I haven't had a chance to review them, but what do you think they might have against you? Also, we're going to want to decide how you'd like to plead."
Skye Johnson	"What they have against me?" Skye considers pulling the files over, but really, what does she need them for? "What can I say. I willfully stole SHIELD files. I've shot two agents. Made an attack on a private citizen's company, as well as international comunications arrays..." She continues to list the known crimes she's been part of, all in a disintersted monotone.
Matt Murdock	Matt nods at her question but then his lips pull into a tight frown as she lists her crimes to him. "That's quite the list of charges Ms. Johnson," Matt intones gravely, puzzling at Skye's muted response to it all. "We'll see which of those they specifically charge you with, but given the number and nature of the crimes, your best chance is to turn evidence against the rest of the Rising Tide. It'll give you leverage to make a deal, perhaps get what's levelled against you to just those charges filed in the United States, but that's going to depend what you have to offer."
Skye Johnson	His response takes her off guard, and she can't help the laughter that burbles forth. It's not the laughter of one who can't believe they've just been asked to turn state's evidence on their friends, but more.. well, he might find this weird.. but more as though she finds it hilarious on some other level. Like she can't believe he doesn't know the hidden joke of it all. Only she has to give him some response. "Uh.. Uhm, yeah. I guess? I mean, how much will turning help me?"
Matt Murdock	Matt's brows arch at her laughter. He studies what his senses tell him about her, and something wasn't quite right. There was little in the way of stress response, the sort of thing you'd expect for someone facing millions of dollars in fines and multiple life sentences. "That will depend on the level of your cooperation and if any of your friends beat us to the punch. Also, if you have any evidence, or documents they don't already have, that may help your case."
Skye Johnson	Skye catches herself, realizing that her laughter might be much, but really, someone might laugh if they were asked to turn on their friends, right? Right? She could see herself laughing at Miles if he suggested such a thing and truly believed she would do such a thing. Though she knew her laughter at him would be much more sardonic than what she'd displayed here. Here had been too bright. Too.. Skye realized she needed to be more careful. She'd played her part so well up to now, it wouldn't do to ruin it so close to the finish line - even if she wondered wwhat the fuck Fury was up to dragging this out so long. Then again, maybe he was hoping for exactly what Matt had just suggested - milking the rest of them for more information. Which, as she thought about it, she could do. Especially if she dropped the Murdock and Nelson name out there in the holding cells. "I have a lot of things," Skye says cautiously. "I was making a move for right hand man. In fact, after the operation where they nabbed me, that was going to be my position. We'd just solidified the deal."
Matt Murdock	Matt nods, still studying what his senses brought back of her biometric responses. She was far too calm, which usually meant she was crazy or that she wasn't in any danger. They both seemed unlikely. "Also, any incidences of mental illness in your past? I hate to pry, but, I know it can be common in people from our background." Matt nods when she claims to have information. "Alright, it is definitely in your interests if Foggy and I can review the information before handing it over. Would you be comfortable with letting us know where to find it?" he asks. "Also, your position as the right-hand man, figuritively speaking, is helpful, it gives you an advantage over anyone else who might be stepping up to talk."
Skye Johnson	Ooooo, that question gets a response. Like a kick to the gut response and a flash of answer. "Uh, low blow fucktard. Remember me? I wasn't dropped off at St. Agnes because my loving parents shuffled off this mortal coil. I never had loving parents. Enh." She makes a buzzer noise. "Nice try. Try again. How the hell would I know if there was mental illness in my family." Really, she could have just said no. And if only she knew what was really lying in her past. "What do you mean where to find it? The info? SHIELD has my laptop. It's in evidence. And everything else is in my head. You want to know it, you ask me. I don't even know where to begin."
Matt Murdock	Matt catches the increase of Skye's heartbeat before he reply comes, he tilts his head to the side in the face of it. "Ms. Johnson, it seems we've had some wires cross, I was asking about yourself and not your family," he says getting right to the point. Matt's face becomes a line of consternation. "I see," he says. "And you only had what was on your laptop? I ask because if we're going to make a deal, we need to put everything on the table at the start, if they find anything else after the deal has been made, it could lead to further charges."
Skye Johnson	Skye's features turn into a sudden, and near sullen, mask. "No. No history of mental illness," she bites out in clipped tones. "And SHIELD has everything I learned or did." Her carefully couched words are an utter truth. He can't miss that. Even the word 'everything' bears a truthful weight to it. Either her entire life was upon that laptop - and that's really iffy given her hacker lifestyle - or there's something else going on here. But he already was heading that direction in his thoughts, wasn't he?
Matt Murdock	Matt frowns, she wasn't crazy, given her own statement on her mental history, verified by a steady heartbeat, so it only left her being in no danger what-so-ever. Good news, another St. Agnes kid wasn't likely to go to jail for the rest of her life, but on the other hand it did put him in danger. What was the game she's playing and who was the target the Rising Tide or him. Odds were good it was the Rising Tide, it fit the facts, but still, he worried. "Alright," Matt says. "If you're planning on retaining us as counsel, let us review these documents and see what we're dealing with, once we've done that we can consult with you about you think you can offer about the Rising Tide," he says running the fingers of his hand over the open face of his watch. "It's almost four now. How about we meet again at nine tomorrow morning. I'll see about getting them to move you down to the Triskelion if that would be helpful to you? I know it will definitely help you take an active role in your defense."
Skye Johnson	Skye's heart skips a beat. That one she wasn't sure about. Did she want to be moved? Or was that back to that was a pointed message to the rest of the Tide members that things had changed. Or course she'd have legal representation then.. More to the point, though, and the larger decision maker on all this, if she were moved, she couldn't gather more information. "Heh," she says, forcing something of a light laugh. "And just how am I to gather more intel to help my case if you have me moved. No way. Leave me where I am."
Matt Murdock	Matt studies Skye's visceral reactions, further confirming that she was up to some sort of game. Which is only helped when she refuses to be moved closer to the city. There could be a dozens of reasons to refuses but his instincts told him she was exactly where she was supposed to be right now. "Alright," he says of her decision. "I just hope your former employer offers frequent flier miles," he says with a touch of humour to his tone as he gathers up the files. "Then, if there's nothing else, I'd like to review the files before the morning," he says. "By the feel of them, Foggy and I have a lot of reading to do."
Skye Johnson	Skye still wasn't sure that was the right move, but she'd committed now. And he seemed to have bought it. Seemed being the operative word. "I'm not sure they have frequent flyer miles," she grins at him with less than her usual enthusiasm when she snarks (not that he'd know this), "But I'm pretty sure they'll validate your parking." The rest she merely nods to. It's not like she has any control over the way any of this played out. Not unless fury deigned to drop in on her and end this farce, and so far he'd been avoiding her. Possibly to glean more information about the members of the Rising Tide, though she couldn't think what more she could find out other than personal info like names of family members, and things like that, or, and this one niggled at her and reminded her of how angry she was at the man, Fury was avoiding the fact she intended to have more than a few pointed, angry words with him about what SHIELD had done to her when she was a child.
Matt Murdock	"Damn," Matt says wryly. "Don't drive, not that I have a frequent flier card either, my first plane ride was on the way up here," he admits. Matt's senses told him that there were things going on inside the mind of Skye Johnson but didn't provide much in the way of details of what that was, but the frustration she felt, that was more natural for her situation even if it felt wrong as well. He grabs the files and stands, "Ms. Johnson, with your permission I'll get going and get started on these files, I can't promise you any miracles, but we'll do what we can to help."
Skye Johnson	She's wrappped up enough in her thoughts about Fury that Skye doesn't do much more than shrug at first. Only remembering belatedly to give verbal assent. Because d'uh, he can't see her. That, and she figures there is some unwritten rule somewhere (or a written one, maybe) that these things have to be verbal or in writing. "Sure. Do whatever you need to to get me out of here." Which might be at odds with her saying not to move her to the Triskelion depending on how you look at things.
Matt Murdock	Matt says, "I know things look grim, but have faith, I am confident things will work out for you," he says, it was a give away, a little nod to the fact that he knew something was up, though in her current state, he doubted she'd catch it. "Anyhow, we'll see you in the morning Ms. Johnson, I'll have a formal client agreement for you to sign as well. I can go over it if you have any questions," he says going through the rote of the thing. He doubted it was going to get that far, but they'd find out tomorrow.
Skye Johnson	"Sure. Not like I'm going anywhere." Skye barely resists the urge to tell him to pass it along to her secretary to look over. And even as she thinks that, she wonders what Darcy would think were that contract to hit her desk. It's enough to have Skye smirking to herself, enjoying a personal laugh. The thought leaving her light-hearted. "Just put X's beside the shit I need to sign. Not like I've got another lawyer hiding in the woodwork." Which she wasn't actually sure about. There had to be lawyers working for SHIELD. Lawyers who were going to make certain none of those charges stuck; especially those outside American jurisdiction.