( Matt has been keeping an eye on Elektra. well, if you can call it that. he's been aware of her darting in and out of the water, helping fish people out of the drink. it'd be surprising, maybe it should be surprising, and somehow it's not. Elektra is self centered and self serving, but she's never been as soulless as she claims. he had no time to pay much mind, not with the ridiculous levels of destruction of around them, though he is Aware she's been Helping People. he knew you had it in you, babe!!!

that said, he's not going to call her out on doing good right now. he's not really wanting to talk, period, though she asks him what wrong and he comes up with an answer. )

All of them. A whole damn library. Ruined. ( he's in a bad enough mood, he's almost tempted to throw the useless soaked book next to him back into the water, though somehow that still feels sacrilegious so he won't. he just throws it away from him, into the sand. it lands face up, blank soggy pages. it might look like a blank journal now, but it used to be something he could actually read. now it's pretty much useless. ) Why did I bother? As if there's a chance for anything but misery here.

( did she mean his shoulder? whoops, he's just going off about his soggy bible. )