The rattle of the metal grate cut off whatever answer Elektra might have offered in the heat of the moment. With her freedom restored and a couple of seconds to think better of it, she stepped out of the now-open storefront until she stood toe to toe with Xian. "Patronize me again." It wasn't a threat, not really.
Not this time.
Losing control of the situation as quickly as she had last night and then seeing Octane die in one of the most viscerally awful ways a man could die had chiseled away the edges on her customary testiness. She was in no mood to spar.
She reached for the metal leg Xian had retrieved from the street. "He'll need that if he comes back." Whether the hotel's resurrection magic would work without a body remained to be seen. Besides: "You won't need it where you're going."