[ if matthew was anything, it was honest — to an extent, of course. elektra had gleaned he hadn't been overly honest with his friends about his other identity, and for reasons she may never quite fully understand. having people to lose is a new concept for her, given she thinks there's a possibility she could lose matthew on that rooftop … ]

[ if she's here, then that must mean they're both safe from the hand. perhaps he had brought her here, whisking her away from his city, unable to truly leave it behind without tying up those pesky loose ends. ]

There were only ever kind words. Nothing too embarrassing, I can assure you. [ elektra doesn't quite know why she feels the genuine need to reassure him, but with a smile to match, soft and compassionate even if it's a part of her attempts to be someone else, she feels it. she wants matthew's friend to feel a little at ease, even though she has no clue how to actually create such an environment. ]

[ she looks behind him, watching the dog that had bothered her take to the stick, and then wander for a little, enjoying his freedom. it's the same as her, walking around, thinking, for just a moment, she won't ever have to look over her shoulder again. ]

[ a naive belief, but one that she wishes was true. ]

He spoke highly of you the last I saw him. [ a little tiny lie … matthew had been so adamant to keep a very straight division between daredevil and his upbringing, and with the life he had now, but elektra isn't stupid. she knows how highly he values foggy nelson, enough to keep his two lives separate, endangering his friend and saving him all at once. ] I think working with you has been good for him. [ smile widening, elektra looks almost mischievous as she jokes, ] Hopefully you've been putting him to work.