Sais held at her side, her grip tightened slightly. It was subtle, and the only giveaway of the surprise that flickered through her at the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar man standing a short distance before her.
He had held up his hand and spoke her name as though he was expecting her. She didn't know what 'Master of the Mystic Arts' meant, and at the moment her only concern was if he had anything to do with either the Hand or the Chaste. Slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.
Elektra took a few slow, measured steps forward; half cautious and half predatory. Testing the waters to see how he might respond - would he stand still, shift into a defensive stance, or step back from her advance? She was, as always, ready to attack at a moment's notice, but it was not her intent quite yet. She was just feeling him out. He had an odd energy to him, and she was suspicious of anyone who knew her name without her having any information on him whatsoever.
Her breathing was steady, visible thanks to the cold night air surrounding them as her eyes tracked the way his cloak moved around him.
"Steven Strange. How do you know my name?" she called out. Her voice was cordial, polite; even as she held her weapons at the ready, actively considering how best to dismember him, should this encounter go south.