It is hard not to feel a little smug. Elektra can feel his need to handle this. She knows for sure that she has him at least for this. The ex-assassin is at least smart enough to reign in her smile. She walks with a pep in her step, cheerful and unworried about being seen. He wouldn't head a way that didn't lend to privacy. She's too much of a show off to worry about such a thing regardless. "By all means. I can be patient." Especially when she's getting what she wants.
It annoys him that she knew this outcome before she met him, and that he still knows next to nothing about her, but he's better at concealing that as he unlocks the giant black van at the end of the block. As he gets in, he moves a suspicious-looking duffle bag to the back seat so she can get into the passenger's seat and fires it up.
As he's waiting for her, he buckles and pulls out his phone, googling her name. He probably should confirm she is who she says before running off into the night on a murder spree with her, or something. He studies the picture of the supposedly deceased woman on Wikipedia with the one in his car - identical. He throws his phone in the pocket behind the shifter and takes off towards his storage unit.
Elektra tags along without a care in the world about suspicious duffle bags much less the one who owns them. She straps herself in after sneaking a quick look at what he is looking up. Elektra couldn't be any more amused. She's not even sure if it's the timing or that he bothers that gets her. "Did I pass the stranger danger test?" She asks innocently once she's buckled in.
"I'd think a big man like you would be alright if it helps." It actually doesn't, but knowing that is half the fun.
He tools around the corner, too fast to take it in this deathtrap but it hugs the street against all odds anyway. The commentary pulls an involuntary snort from his nose, tempted to look her way but his eyes stay glued to the road even with one hand on the wheel.
"Yeah? Doubt that. You wouldn't come seek me out if you weren't sure you could take me down." She's not the only one with observational skills above average, no matter how dumb he looks.
She looks absolutely delighted by the answer, white teeth flashing at him. "I knew you only looked dumb." Elektra trains her eyes ahead. She actually appreciates his insane (looking) driving. "Unfortunately for you size isn't everything." She props her head against her fist, elbow resting against the door. "You are lucky enough that I don't want you dead even if this doesn't turn out the way I want it to. I despise that sort of behavior. It's how Perry got himself on the chopping block." She points out cheerfully. It's all relevant even if she probably does sound insane. A part of her still wants to be understood even if it comes out a bit manic.
Something flashes in his gaze, visible in the lights reflecting from the streets even without him turning his head. All he does is grubt in acknowledgment though he hates people pointing that out usually. Coming from her, it's different, like she's recognizing a kindred spirit. That's what they are now, isn't it?
"Believe it or not, lady, I knew that." It gets a smile, lopsided and sharp though it is. He drops it as quickly as it flit across his face anyway. What seems like mere seconds later, the van screeches to a halt outside a chained up storage unit and Frank reaches back into that sketchy bag to retrieve a pair of bolt cutters, hopping out without another word, hood up not like it matters. He leaves the engine running and the door wide open.
She takes even those fleeting smiles. Elektra is feeling that kinship. It is a nice little high for her. She watches him disappear, waiting patiently for his return. They'll have to make a stop for her gear too so she has an incentive to play nice here. You know at least until Frank returns.
"Do you always look like a robber?" This is the sketchiest situation ever. She loves it.
She smiles charmingly, eyes batting innocently. What? It's not like she's testing him or something!!! "You don't mind stopping so I can pick up a thing or two, do you? I couldn't be sure you were in until just now."
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As he's waiting for her, he buckles and pulls out his phone, googling her name. He probably should confirm she is who she says before running off into the night on a murder spree with her, or something. He studies the picture of the supposedly deceased woman on Wikipedia with the one in his car - identical. He throws his phone in the pocket behind the shifter and takes off towards his storage unit.
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"I'd think a big man like you would be alright if it helps." It actually doesn't, but knowing that is half the fun.
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"Yeah? Doubt that. You wouldn't come seek me out if you weren't sure you could take me down." She's not the only one with observational skills above average, no matter how dumb he looks.
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"Believe it or not, lady, I knew that." It gets a smile, lopsided and sharp though it is. He drops it as quickly as it flit across his face anyway. What seems like mere seconds later, the van screeches to a halt outside a chained up storage unit and Frank reaches back into that sketchy bag to retrieve a pair of bolt cutters, hopping out without another word, hood up not like it matters. He leaves the engine running and the door wide open.
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"Do you always look like a robber?" This is the sketchiest situation ever. She loves it.
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"Come on." What? Did he not mention she's helping him?
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