Levi seemed nice. Much nicer than someone like Elle deserved. And what was it that she did deserve? She was lost and out of sorts but she was alive and that meant something. She didn't know what yet but Elle would have time to determine that once she got her bearings.
He was a saint to come out here on his own and help her. She wouldn't forget that, and she would find a way to make it up to him. Not a lot of people would have risked themselves in an unknown place to help a dead girl.
Elle didn't want to hurt him. He reminded her a bit of Peter Petrelli. He was a good person and didn't deserve to be hurt. She hoped he would stay away, but he seemed to have something else in mind. He was telling her she could control it. Her whole life, only one other person had ever believed that of her. Gabriel Gray. Sylar. And she'd help make him into a monster.
Elle had a lot to make up for, she knew that. "Right, breathing." She smiled weakly at Levi. Though he was far from tall or intimidating, tonight he was her hero. Elle did her best to control her breathing. Maybe she would be okay. She could control it. He believed that, now she had to believe it too.
After a few moments of agony, the sparks declined and then disappeared altogether. He had helped her through it. It was a temporary solution, but it would work for now. She found herself wanting him to be proud of her, just as she'd always wanted Bob's approval.
"Thank you." She said sincerely. "You're a real hero."