Over the past week or so, Elektra had made a habit of spending much of her days by the water. For no particular reason. It was just - quieter there. And there were one or two people inside the hotel she didn't particularly care to run into. And the lake was placid, the dock empty - at least, it was that way most days.
No such luck this time. As Elektra approached, she noticed the figure perched at the end of the dock, feet dangling over the edge. She looked solid enough, but this was a notoriously haunted hotel and it wouldn't be the first time Elektra thought she was walking toward a resident only to have them vanish on her the second she looked away. (No way could that be because no one wanted to be around her; she would've heard them tiptoe out of sight.)
But the redhead on the dock remained where she was even as Elektra set foot onto the water-warped boards. Sunlight caught on her red hair like it was real. Like she was real. Elektra scraped the bottom of her boot against the dock. Then, saying nothing, she dug up her 'borrowed' cigarettes and methodically pried one out of the pack. "Watcha doing?" she asked, figuring that a ghost probably wouldn't answer.