Elektra jerked away as soon as Xian had relinquished the leg. "I'm covered in vampire and werewolf. And not in the fun way." She gestured at herself, at the blood-spattered top stuck to her skin, at the spatter on her arms and neck and face. Her pants were dark and hid a multitude of sins, but there were rips that hadn't been there before and her boots needed a wash, too.
"Yes, I'm going back to the hotel." She swung Octane's leg to her shoulder and didn't so much as wince when a metal gizmo poked into her. "Got something to say about that, too?" Xian certainly had an opinion about every other choice Elektra had made; why not this one, too?