Owner	Pose
Viola Fiore	Viola Fiore takes the subway over to Hell's Kitchen, heading down the sidewalk to a corner news kiosk where someone is waiting for her. "Maria," Viola says warmly, exchanging a quick hug with a Latina in her thirties. "Thank you for coming down with me," Maria tells Viola. "I'm more than a little nervous." Viola touches her arm lightly. "Understandable that you would be. Though I asked around and heard good things about this firm," she says. "Let's go make our appointment with them and see what they can do to help?" Viola and Maria walk over to the door to Nelson and Murdock. Viola isn't familiar with the firm, but had asked around. Her father had offered the firm he deals with. But Viola had told him she wanted to do this on her own. In truth, she hadn't wanted to use the firm he'd have sent her to. She knew they were on permanent retainer to the Manfredi Family of the Maggia. And even though that they'd provide Maria with good representation and no entanglements, after recent events, Viola wanted some distance from her father's affairs while she figured some things out. The two women open the door and head inside, moving into the reception area.
Matt Murdock	Technically Matt shouldn't be working, it's Sunday after all, but Matt's devotion to clients goes beyond the letter of being a good Catholic, so he' s in the office when Maria and Viola come by, it's just him today, Foggy and Karen having the sense to take a day off once in awhile, as such he's sitting in his office with Fine Young Canibals' "She Drives me Crazy" playing quietly from his phone. Even with the music Matt hear's the pair come into the office, and after a few seconds the music turns off and the man with reddish brown hair, red glasses, wearing sweats and a well-worn Columbia Law sweatshirt comes out to the reception area, white cane in hand. "Hello? Is someone here?" he calls out into the room.
Viola Fiore	The sounds of the women's footsteps reach Matt's ears first. Sensible, rubber souled shoes from one person, and short heels from the other, the sound speaking of a sturdy construction that suggests quality. The rub of denim, jeans then from Simpler Shoes. The lack of leg friction suggestive of a skirt from the other. And then the scents. Someone spent the morning make tamales. A little too much onion though. Dove soap. But the other woman, there's a delicious perfume. French, applied subtly enough that most people wouldn't notice except in quite close proximity. Worn for herself most likely then because she likes the scent, unless she's planning an early Sunday tryst. And her shampoo, unfamiliar to Matt but from the scent he'd guess it isn't a cheap brand. "Yes, I'm Viola Fiore, and this is Maria Ferrera," the woman with the more expensive attire says. Accent places her in the Bronx, in the Italian section. "I spoke to a woman, Karen, about if you could help Maria with an immigration issue? Her temporary visa is set to expire shortly, and we're trying to get her a permanent green card. She works at my catering and party planning business," Viola says.
Matt Murdock	The scents are filled along with the sounds and between those and his 'radar sense' giving him their heights and build down to the inch Matt conjures pictures of them in his mind. He has no clue if they're accurate but it's something he's always done to fill in the blanks left by his loss of vision. When Viola speaks he smiles, recognition showing on his face despite the red tinted shades over his eyes. "Right she left me message about the case, please step into my office, Ms. Fiore and Ms. Ferrera, and we'll see what we can do about helping get that green card for you." He turns back leading the way into his office cane tapping ahead of him only sparingly on this familiar path. "We're primarily a criminal law firm here, but with the population of the Kitchen shifting, we do a fair number of immigration cases so we should be able to help," he says, his voice warm and confident. "So where are you in the application process?"
Viola Fiore	The two women follow along, as Viola says in Spanish, "He says they do immigration cases sometimes so should be able to help." The voice of Maria answers, also in Spanish, "Oh, thank the Lord. It will mean so much if I can get a green card and not be worried all the time," she replies back to Viola. They follow Matt in, as Viola switches back to English. "Maria's very grateful. She speaks a little English but not much, but I can translate for her. It's been a constant source of stress for her. But she's a good woman, honest and hard working. She deserves to be able to stay," Viola tells Matt. "So I brought down a file with copies of everything," she says, and Matt can hear one of those accordion file folders as her fingers shift over it. "She has filled out the paperwork but they have challenged a few things on it. Which I admit went over my head," she tells him. Viola must have noticed the cane as she says, "I can read any of it to you that you'd like?" she offers.
Matt Murdock	Matt smiles at the Spanish, and says in the same, "No need, I can follow along just fine, I took Spanish in college," he says before adding a little bit of a personal tidbit, "There was a girl." Then he's back to business, "I can understand the stress, Ms. Ferrera, this is your home and you're making a life here, nobody in your position would want that to stop. So let's have a listen to the sections they're contesting," he says picking up his phone off his desk and turning off the music. "Do you mind if I record, our assistant is off today so recordings let me keep notes."
Viola Fiore	As Maria hears Matt Murdock speaking to her in Spanish, he can hear in her voice that the smile it brings. "You speak it very well, Mr. Murdock," Maria tells him. "I hope the girl was able to hang onto you." Viola flashes a grin over to Maria. The conversation continues in Spanish so Maria can understand it all. "Of course, it's fine to record," she says, looking over to Maria, and then Viola adding, "She's nodding agreement." The folder is opened and Viola pulls out the paperwork. She goes through it verbally for Matt. Rather than reading him every last bit of it like some mood, she seems to know the parts to focus on, which might leave Matt wondering if she has some amount of legal training or the like. "And though she supplied addresses where she used to live in Mexico, the village was destroyed in a landslide four years ago. The addresses aren't listed as valid now and that's one of the issues. They are treating her like she's lied on her application when she hasn't," Viola explains.
Matt Murdock	"Thank you, and no, we broke up but I'm with someone really special now," Matt explains sharing the personal details freely and fearlessly with strangers. Setting the recording he listens at first smiling at the surgical way Viola reads through the forms. "So did you work in law before opening your catering business, Ms. Fiore? You seem to know how to cut right to the meat of those papers." A beat. "No food pun intended."
Viola Fiore	"No," Viola replies to him after a soft chuckle about Matt's pun, intentional or not, "not legal," she tells him. "But I got my degree at Columbia in sociology. So I was pretty well prepared to help with these kind of filings. Or, so I thought. How to handle this invalid address situation wasn't something we got into though. Somewhere around there I think what they taught us was, 'and then you'd grab an immigration lawyer'," she tells Matt. "Maria's well established working for us, and her cooking skills are at a level that we can make the case she's a skilled worker, though she spends as much time waitressing and bartending, only cooking when we do a Mexican themed menu," she says. "But that should be sufficient for the green card, I figured."
Matt Murdock	"Another Lion huh?" Columbia's sports team. "Anyhow your professor gave good advice. Getting a lawyer is always the best way to go, and I'm not just saying that because of the degrees on my wall. They make these forms tricky and it can be a lot for one person to handle, so it always counts to have a helping hand." He takes in the info about the case, nodding. "That's all a good groundwork, how about any family connections here in the States does she have any close relatives who are citizens?"
Viola Fiore	Maria gives a shake of her head. "No," she tells Matt herself, "Though I hope to one day bring my cousin and his family up, if we're able to. But they are still down in Mexico." Matt can likely sense a small bit of concern from Maria, and she asks, "How expensive will it be, for your assistance, Senor Murdock?" the Latina asks. Before Matt can answer though, Viola cuts in with a reply. "Maria, it's taken care of. Gloria and I are going to pay any legal fees necessary, we've already discussed that and it's a done deal," she says, and Viola reaches over to pat the other woman's arm. Matt can sense, if only from the change in breathing, that a look of gratitude has been passed back to Viola. And hey, customers who it sounds like can pay in cash and not in services, produce, or whatever else they can manage! Karen might be overjoyed. Viola tells Matt, "Ah, did you go to Columbia too! Small world then. I was planning to become a social worker. Though I started doing party planning with my eventual partner, as a part-time job while in school. It went so well she offered me a partnership when I graduated. I was really torn. I still would like to be able to put my degree to work and help people."
Matt Murdock	Matt smiles, "We have a special rate as well for those people in need, we'll get all this sorted out, for you and any family that might want to join you." A nod about the social work, "If you want to stretch your legs in that field from time to time Ms. Fiore we have plenty of people who come in here who could use a social worker along with a lawyer, maybe we can work something out, for now though, let's dig a bit further into these forms and give Maria a little peace of mind..."