Xian's aloofness didn't seem to irritate anyone as much as it did Elektra. Maybe she rubbed off on others. Or maybe they just found her air of serenity calming. Elektra hooked her fingers in the metal grate. "He's been holding out on you, if you think we were friends." They'd been nothing of the sort, her and Octane. Her and Xian. Ships in the night, in the best of cases. Oil and water, in the worst.
"I might," she replied, watching Xian examine the lock. Octane had engaged it after shoving Elektra into the shop. In the couple of seconds it took her to realize what was going down, he'd already trapped her in there, the asshole. The dead asshole. "You want to avenge him? Must mean a lot to you." She couldn't help that thread of envy from slipping into her tone. She had been chewing on it for a while.