Elektra followed the swipe of his hand with interest. It took her a moment, but she got the message. "Alright. Not that way." She nodded and jerked her head in the direction she'd come from. The maze was very much that, but she liked to think she had a good sense of how many left and right turns she'd taken. Maybe not all of them or all the way back to the mystery door, but close enough.
Fifteen minutes later, Elektra's confidence in that bold assessment had begun to wane.
"Fuck me sideways," she muttered, as yet another scorch mark was revealed by the light gleaming from the tip of Neville's wand. Under different circumstances, she would've kept up a steady patter of observations and griping, lewd jokes to make him blush and impertinent questions to keep him from asking any of his own. But she didn't want to invite any additional company and, besides, it wasn't much fun poking and prodding someone who couldn't understand her.
She scraped one of her blades against the crumbling wall, sending a flash of sparks into the dust at their feet. "Fuck this." She squeezed her eyes shut. They'd obviously gotten turned around somewhere. If she could just make her mind quiet and think herself back to how she had found Neville...
In the dark, from somewhere behind them, came a low, snakelike hiss.