If Matt thinks that he won't get a cab dressed as Daredevil, he's severely underestimated the shit that New York cabbies see every day. One pulls up almost immediately, eyeing Matt and Foggy suspiciously before leaning over.

"You getting in, or what?"

Foggy lets out a low chuckle and reaches for the doorknob, pulling it open with a grunt. He shifts his weight slowly and lets Matt help him inside.

"Uh, thanks Mr. Daredevil," he says, his eyes having the slightest hint of amusement despite the pain he's in. "I think I can take it from here."

The cabbie looks back at them. "Hospital?"

"No," Foggy says quickly. "No insurance." He gives the cabbie Matt's address.