With the rat giving not so much as a twitch, Elektra was free to swing her gaze toward Neville. She didn't know him well, but they had met, briefly, during those sizzling few days when the hotel had decided to render them all naked for shits and giggles.
That Neville had blushed and tried very hard to avoid looking any lower than her chin. This Neville was pale and looked a lot worse for wear.
"Neat trick," Elektra said, nodding toward the lit... was that a wand? Huh. "How long have you been down here?" As she spoke, she strode over to the rat to retrieve her knife. It came free of the rat's skull with a sickening, silk crunch. Elektra only had those two blades on her. Losing fifty percent of her arsenal would've been foolish even if she wasn't attached to Tandy's little gift.