It was everything wrong, everything Elektra didn't need to hear: scorn heaped upon scorn, confirmation that Octane and Xian were close and she wasn't simply imagining it. Then that threat to top it off, as though Xian didn't know her at all.
"If you care so fucking much, then where were you?" Elektra shot back, slamming her hands against the metal grate. It jangled, and shook, and didn't open. She hadn't expected it to. "Where are you ever? Floating above it all? Too good for us mere mortals? Take your lectures and shove them, Xian. I don't need them. And I don't need you."
Better a cage, she thought. Were she to be let loose now, she couldn't guarantee her hands wouldn't wind their way around Xian's slender neck.