Elektra shrugged. Since when did Zemo care so damn much what happened to her? She didn't know, didn't question it. Xian might find it easy to grin, but Elektra had been drained by the evening's events. She locked her fingers around Octane's ankle and set off toward the hotel.
If Xian wanted to follow for whatever reason, she was welcome to do so.
All around, Seattle was coming back to life, people cheerfully pretending that the nighttime held no horrors. Elektra didn't know how they managed it. But the bloodstains in the street had mostly been washed away, so maybe that helped.