Maybe there is in his world, Peter couldn't say. For him - the job is a lot less glamorous. Not that Peter knows it, but perhaps Matt could relate to that - getting tossed in dumpsters, long nights left bleeding on the city's various rooftops.

"Ha, yeah, spider things." Peter snorts, leading Matt out to the street. The train station seems to pour out into an open-air square, shops and food stalls lining the street in either direction. "Mostly just looking for a way back to New York, I guess."

He's not sure what kind of store would carry a disability aid, but up ahead there seems to be a general store of sorts - perhaps that's the best bet. No one really gives them a second glance, Spiderman leading a blind man down the street - maybe this place is stranger than he already thought. At least there are no frost monsters out to get them here. "If you need anything - or have a word with the Fox lady - just let me know, alright?"