[ between fight and flight, elektra's instinct is always to fight, and when he grabs her wrist to prevent her from sitting down her own hand immediately covers his wrist to pull it off. she's about to protest his handling, but then she sees the look in his eyes, hears the fear in his voice, and she gets it. she's not seeing anything unusual, but he clearly is.
so she lowers her hand, slowly, watching his face, ready to move on the defensive if he becomes dangerous. she nods at him, glancing briefly to the chair she'd been about to sit down in. ]
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so she lowers her hand, slowly, watching his face, ready to move on the defensive if he becomes dangerous. she nods at him, glancing briefly to the chair she'd been about to sit down in. ]
Why not? What did you see?