3178/An Alleyway Surprise

An Alleyway Surprise
Date of Scene:	31 August 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Claire and Elektra meet, finally, over a tussle in an alleyway. They share some old memories of a certain 'Matthew' and get to see each other's expertise up close and personal.
Cast of Characters:	Elektra Natchios, Claire Temple

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Elektra Natchios has posed:
Hell's Kitchen by night. A place of crime but also of surging hope in the last few years that a vigilante group has risen to defend it, along with the rest of New York City...

Crime -has- lowered but not lowered enough to make this a safe neighborhood...

Elektra has taken advantage of it to push on her own agenda, on her search for a certain 'weapon' of the Hand. She returned to New York after a good number of years to meet a certain Devil again and recuit his aid for her purposes.. And while they have fought together and stopped many of the Hand's machinations as of late there has been very little of the Hand to speak of as late. As if they disappeared.. Elektra knows they must still be around so tonight she was looking for answers..

It was easy enough to find a group of thugs that she knew has worked for the Hand before. Drinking at a bar, getting drunk... She walked out right about the same time they were, making her way alone down the otherwise empty streets. Easy prey really... But that's right what they want them to think..

Taking a turn she begins her walk in the direction of an alley, hands in her pockets, head slightly down so her features aren't immediately visible.. A small distance behind her are the three men with clearly not the best of intentions.

Claire Temple has posed:
This corner of Hell's Kitchen has been Claire's home since before she could walk. She knows every line, every street, like it was a part of her very body. She also knows just how dangerous it can still be. Even in her blue scrubs from the hospital, raggled old work backpack across her shoulder, she kept mace on her hip and a panic button on her cell phone. It was simply safer. No matter how exhausted she is, she doesn't walk home without, at least, a certain level of paranoia. Tonight, she's glad she keeps watch.

She doesn't know the woman, a new face to the Kitchen, but Claire's pretty sure she's seen at least one of the men before. Associated with some sort of gang, and she knows that step. The step of predators. Mentally cursing to herself, she shifts her back pack to rest across both her shoulders instead of just one, readying to run or move fast if she needs. She lingers a few feet back, not wanting to draw attention to herself as she starts following the group, trying to formulate a plan to warn the woman. Her dark eyes dart around the street, searching for anyone who could be back up. No Devil in site. No Jessica. No cop. Of course, no one when you need them.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Elektra is dressed very casually. No ninja garb or fancy clothing as would be her usual whether she is being an assassin or a socialite. No, tonight she is just an 'innocent' woman making her way home. Jeans, a blouse. Pair of sneakers. She -almost- risked high heels but considering there'd be fighting to be had, well, better to keep it simple. And besides, she had been losing way too many of those high heels in unexpected fights.. Better be safe than sorry.

She turns towards that alley, and really, can someone be that unaware of their surroundings? Not noticing the approaching predators? She continues on to a more darker place of the alley, the men some ways behind her.

"That's far enough. Think we will have your wallet now, yea?" The one in the front says. The others stand a bit behind him but have yet to notice Claire at all.

Claire Temple has posed:
There's two ways Claire can handle this -- try to call some cops and get back up here before things get messy or, hopefully, go for the two-is-better-than-one strategy and consider that maybe the men won't be idiots of a decently known local suddenly puts her nose in things. The moment the guy steps forward towards Elektra, the nurse's decision is made. There's no time to hope her call will be heeded.

She steps forward, from the shadows, an overly honey-sweet tone to her voice as she gives a wave towards Elektra like she's just seen her best friend. "DONNA! Donna, I've been trying to get your attention since you left the bar, how ARE you!? It's been *forever*!" Claire's dark eyes look over Elektra quicker, not certain the other woman is Latina, but she's dark enough that it's a good guess. Besides, speaking in fast, local Spanish is just another point in the 'I'm local, don't mess with me' category for Claire, even if Elektra doesn't speak it. So, she continues on in fluent spanish. ~It's been forever, remember? We met at college and just smile and come back with me?~

Her smile is sweet. Her eyes are ice, as she stares back at the men, daring them to continue this hunt now with two women, one of them local.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Now that goes ..., against her plan for sure. Elektra wasn't expecting company, and certainly not someone trying to save *her*. There is maybe a small inner-curse towards good samaritans but sometimes one needs to go with the flow. And while she isn't exactly a latina she does know her spanish well enough..

~Claire. I have been wanting to see you for such a long time..~ Well, that's probably odd enough because either she guessed Claire's name right or knows who she is. But then again, Claire -is- a local. Elektra has made sure to know of those close to the Defenders.

The thugs are briefly confused at the interaction and the lead man turns his back on Elektra, looking at Claire. "Get outta here, this ain't nothin' to do with you!" he brings out a knife. But it's not as if he is exactly sure on going forward with the robbery.

Elektra does step closer to the man though, from behind, and lacking that fear on her eyes that would be usual in this kind of situation. ~I don't think these gents here want me to leave just yet.~

Claire Temple has posed:
As Elektra says her name, there is a momentary flicker of confusion on Claire's features. It's the first moment that she looks a little off kilter, which probably gives the thugs a little more courage because it's confidence that is intimidating, and Claire's is shaken for a moment. She doesn't let it linger long, though, her expression stiffening and eyes narrowing to the men as she moved closer to Elektra, at least presenting a unified front. ~I don't know who you are, but these guys WILL mess you up. Just... let it be.~

The knife immediately draws Claire's gaze. One hand comes up, the other dipping back, searching for where that mace is on the back of her bag. "Hey, buddy... it ain't worth it. Just put the knife away, walk off, and we can pretend this never happened. Double assault isn't worth the time you'd do. It's not worth whatever wallet she has." Claire's got the calm, clear voice of someone who is used to talking down dangerous situations.

Her jaw tightens, though, as Elektra steps forward. She is *not pleased*.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
When Elektra sets herself on a path there isn't much that can be done to steer her away from it. And sure, she could try and leave with Claire, find them another night ..., but she has no time to lose. The Hand cell here in New York is up to something and she needs to know what it is... And there is always the chance that these men *will* attack Claire if she comes too close..

So she acts, ~I wish I could let it be.~ just before a kick is made to the side of the lead thug's knee. The man yowls in pain, staggering against a trash can while the other two turn around sharply, surprised.

"What the..." One says, "Get 'em!" the other adds. They aren't exactly courageous but for now they think themselves to have an advantage. One approaches Claire, unarmed, while the other runs to Elektra.

"I just want your friend's cellphone and then you boys can leave." Not that they seem to care or listen. Ah well, worth a try.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Holy SHIT!" Claire curses. There isn't much in New York City that shocks her, but the fact that the woman is the one to start the fight? She wasn't expecting that. This situation is getting more and more strange. She instinctively backs up, trying to make it out of the alley again before she ends up trapped there and in trouble herself. She's got good instincts about surviving these streets.

"Don't even try it. Listen to the woman." Claire's voice is just a bit more uncertain, her calm under pressure bullshitting ability slightly shaken by the almost start of the fight. She's got her mace out now, levelled in the direction of the man approaching her. But she still seems unwilling to run and leave Elektra alone.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
With the man rushing her having no intention of stopping Elektra does what she does best. And that is fighting. A swift punch to the belly and as the man leans forward with the pain she delivers a knee to the head. It's brutal, but very effective. Not that it seems to have killed the man, but it has knocked him out..

She does curse when she notes Claire still lingering about. "Get out of here!" she says in english now. And really, all this time in New York and hanging with the Defenders has been softening her up.. If it had been in the past she wouldn't even care about what happened to Claire. Yet this also comes with consequences, having a conscience, because it also makes her not be fully aware of the lead thug having staggered up to his feet. And that knife? He buries it on her shoulder from behind..

Elektra's jaw tenses and she bites down a scream of pain, instead she using her other arm to elbow the man in the gut and headbutt him, knocking him out cold. "Fucking hell.."

As for the third man he hesitates, noticing the other two being down and giving Claire ample opportunity to use that mace if she wants to. But there are high chances he will run off real soon.

Claire Temple has posed:
"You can run blind or you can run seeing, but I suggest you run." Claire practically growls those words to the man, mace still hovering before him. He's got exactly one chance for her not to use it, but it's clear she's not going anywhere. Especially now that the woman is injured, even if Claire's getting the sense Elektra isn't the dasmal in distress she thought she was helping earlier.

Once the thug makes his decision, Claire grimaces and steps back to the alleyway, looking Elektra up and down, especially as the woman's now openly bleeding. "I can still run, if you want, but I'd suggest someone look at that shoulder." She picks her way over the unconscious body of one of the other thugs and drops down. Using her hand in the pocket of her hoodie, so she's not directly touching the phone or body, she pulls it out of his pocket and offers it in Elektra's direction. "...this what you were looking for?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Ufff, Elektra was -so- much better being just an heartless assassin... At least she wouldn't need to be feeling this pain! Or well, she would most likely be feeling different kinds of pain... Still, she looks at the downed man with a look as if she wants to kick him while unconscious, her eyes slightly wide, nostrils flared. She is clearly angry..

She takes in a deep breath right after, eyes closing while Claire rummages around the unconscious one... They re-open when Claire speaks again, offering the phone. A nod is given in return. "It is." she apparently now in control again. She reaches over with her uninjured arm to take the phone and pocket it away. There would be time to examine it later because that arm is indeed hurting.

"I have heard of you, Claire Temple. You know the Defenders, do you not?" she asks before she snorts, "It is a curious way for us to meet. Elektra." she placing one hand against the wall to keep herself steady.

Claire Temple has posed:
With the evidence no longer in *her* hands, Claire relaxes, just a touch. She stares at the woman, having caught that flash of utter and complete rage that momentarily took over her lovely features. It was not comfortable thing to see. But Claire doesn't shy away or turn her back, especially not on a woman who is bleeding *probably* because she took time to warn Claire out of danger. A deeper sigh escapes her lips.

"...Yeah. I know a few of them. They know to call me when things get back. If..." Her dark eyes trail over to the woman's shoulder, a hint of concern beginning to invade her features, "If you come back with me, we can maybe make certain you don't get there?" She takes one step closer, silently offering a shoulder for support instead of Elektra using that dirty wall.

"Unless, of course, you're way smarter than the rest of them and actually have some medical insurance and a willingness to see a *real* doctor?" From the sardonic tone of her voice, she doubts every bit of what she just said. It's never that easy.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
While Elektra doesn't exactly verbalize her acceptance for help it's visible in her eyes that she does so, a slight nod of her head given, a step away from the wall to take that offer of a shoulder for support instead. She holds on to it to start moving off before she barks out a low laugh.

"My doctor would tell me I need to rethink what I am doing for cardio exercise." which is followed by a wince. Because laughing while having a knife stuck on your shoulder isn't nice.

Yet she is willing to follow Claire to where she leads. In truth she knew Claire was the real deal, and being betrayed didn't seem like a possibility. "You do realize..., you will get hurt some day, doing what you do." a beat, "Helping for the sake of helping." it's still a rather alien concept to her to be honest, even if she has been having a few examples out here in Hell's Kitchen already..

Claire Temple has posed:
The comment about the doctor actually gets a little, surprised but appreciative, laugh from Claire. "...You're doctor sounds smart, right, and don't tell him we met like this. I'd hate to make him jealous." But she's not letting the other woman just go anywhere with a knife in her shoulder. It just means she can relax a little, that if infection kicks in later, the woman has somewhere else to go.

Claire silently supports her, the slender woman's body a bit more muscle than she'd initially seem, but no where trained like the rest of the defenders. She's muscle from fighting argumentative patients and dragging unconscious Defenders off the floor. That's it. She still smells like hospital, tanging disinfectant and sweat. She seems to have a good instinct of how fast Elektra can walk without sending the woman's head spinning, but moving fairly quickly out of public view and into her building. Fortunately, she's only on the second floor.

Those offered words have driven Claire silent. Either she's focused on getting the woman to help, or it's not really something she cares to consider. Finally, she responds in a quieter tone. "I know. Hell, someday I'm going to get hurt because someone takes a swing at me in the ER and the techs didn't realize he still had a knife on him. There's not some unseen balance, protecting those who help. If there was, I'd...have a lot less bleeding people on my couch."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"I try to surround myself with smart people." Elektra replies to Claire, carefully making her way to the building. It's a familiar one. She has been here and it indeed does bring a few memories, but for now she keeps quiet. And truth be told she appears used to pain, barely a complaint nor a scream, her breathing controlled as much as it can be...

It isn't hard to figure out the lean athleticism on the woman's body, clearly someone used to a training regimen and considering the movements back there she knows a few moves..., or more than just a few. Still, there is always that lingering danger to her, an aggression that may be hard to place, normally shackled out of view but the previous fight along with the wound bringing it further to the fore.

"You are committed to your cause. That's something at least, never do things half-heartedly." she murmurs while they make way to that second floor. She stumbles briefly, muttering to herself but then continues on. "Daredevil hasn't told you about me, has he?"

Claire Temple has posed:
The fight in the alley alone has put Elektra from the 'innocent, clueless pretty girl out for a night on the town' into 'semi-trained vigilante with questionable risk awareness,' so Claire doesn't seem at all surprised that the woman can fight, or the amount of muscle she feels under those casual clothes. "You know, once this stitches up, it'd be *really* smart not to do that for a few days so you don't rip it back open. If you want to be smarter than the boys, that is."

She balances Elektra, her back pack, and her house keys as they stop outside an apartment in a hallway that looks very much like Matt's just a few floors down. It smells of various, strong cooking, mostly Latinx scents and spices. Someone down the hall is watching a telenovella so loudly that it can be heard through the door. Claire gives the hall a single, paranoid glance down the hall as Elektra says Daredevil's name, but doesn't seem too worried now that they are inside. Still, she doesn't respond.

She pushes the door open and helps Elektra through to her small, rent controlled one bedroom. It smells like disinfectant, chili spices, and home. Claire's carefully gets her over to that couch, mostly free of pillows at this point. She sets her down, then goes back to shut and triple lock the door. "Daredevil and I have a specific business relationship, and that generally involves him bleeding on my couch. We don't...share old stories."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Semi-trained! A professional ninja! But hey, everyone fails from time to time. Elektra's grimace shows an hint of a smile about the 'smart' part, "They never know when to stop, do they?" she asks rhetorically, taking a moment to breath on the outside of the apartment before they are finally in. There is, of course, a quick assessment of the place. She can't help it, ingrained in her. Checking for traps, anything out of the ordinary... A ninja on the window sill.. All those normal things that normal people do... But they appear to be safe right now..

Once they are by the couch she lets herself sit with a relaxing uff, "Business relationship." something there amuses her. "Just like me." she then adds after a moment. Head cranes back and she closes her eyes. "Thought he'd be the sharing kind."

A look is then given over her shoulder to the wound. "I am going to literally bleed all over your couch I think. That fucker got me good."

Claire Temple has posed:
"The couch has seen worse. You're still upright, at least. Stay that way." As if Elektra would have a choice if she's really losing blood too quickly. "And try not to move the knife around too much. It'll just get worse when it comes out and I want to be ready." The apartment seems safe enough. The biggest risk, but also probably helpful in the past, is a rusty old fire escape right outside her window. Otherwise, it's a small kitchen, a living area cramped with decades of shared life, and a single bedroom. There's a few generations of photos on the wall, including some of baby and toddler Claire. An old, hand knit afghan rests over the big chair next to the couch. There's a few dirty dishes on the coffee table.

The nurse quickly disappears into the bathroom, grabbing her go kit and a set of clean hospital sheets to put over the couch, under Elektra. She returns to the front room, medical bag hitting the floor, sheets laid out quickly next to her. "Scoot over, if you can. Rather you bleed on the sheets than the couch. We're almost there. We're...gonna have to cut these clothes off. I'm sorry." It's more a habitual apology than honest, but it's what you say right before you start slicing someone out of their shirt.

Claire works methodically, getting all the clothes and contaminants away from the wound before she properly washes her hands in the kitchen sink and puts on a new pair of gloves. She speaks as she's working, partially to distract her patient from the pain, partially out of some curiosity. "Matt spent six months pissed I even knew *his* name. He's not going to give away his buddies unless someone's dying. So... what'd I miss here? How long you been in Hell's Kitchen? You don't sound...Local."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
A nod is given to Claire when she gives those instructions. "This isn't my first rodeo..." which was already evident, but it's also a sign she is ready to follow instructions. Because smart! And always follow what a doctor or nurse tell you to do. Unless they are trying to poison you..., but that'd be an entirely different story. "Have you thought about charging for what you do here?" Well, she is making conversation really, mostly to not pass out. But at least it's not idle convo! Her eyes continue to follow Claire even if a bit more sluggishly than before, and for some reason she not really focusing too much on the photos in display..

At being told to scoot over she does so, sliding atop the sheets. "Thank God. And we can burn them later too." she says. Yes, she didn't like them. But then again there is that refined, exotic accent to her that tells of a different kind of life..

As the work starts she is silent for a time, watching, almost as if she knew how to patch a wound, or simply having been patched way too many times! "Just a few months." she says. "Meeting an old friend, then decided to stay. Along with some .., work that needs to be done. And no, I have been around the world, Japan, Europe.." a brief shrug. "A good number of places. And now here I am ..., Hell's Kitchen.." she chuckles, almost as if she didn't believe she was *actually* staying here.

Claire Temple has posed:
Dark eyes drop to the other woman's gaze, studying those pupils a moment. Not quite keeping focus. The fact that Elektra is inching towards unconsciousness is enough to make Claire work slightly quicker. She helps guide her down into half laying on those sheets, instead of sitting up. "Pillow there. Feel free to put your head down. It'll help when the real pain starts. I don't...really have a local to give you. Can only steal so much from the ER." Claire grimaces. The woman's accent speaks of world travel and privilege. Claire's speaks of a woman used to treating a lot of people just scraping by, much in the same boat herself.

Fresh gloves on and patient settled, she prepares a QuikClot bandages, probably one of the most expensive things in her kit, but it'll help the woman not bleed it out on her couch. "...Knife out in three...two... One." And she slides the knife clear, immediately pressing the bandage into the wound and bracing it there. Elektra's pushed back into the couch, Claire's firm, heavy touch putting on enough pressure that the clotting agents in the bandage can hopefully help slow the worst of the bleeding before cleaning and stitches come.

"Old friend... someone I know?" She asks, both brows arching as she looks from hand back to the woman's clammy features. Just trying to keep her talking, but the curiosity is genuine. "...A certain blind idiot lawyer, perhaps? Not much else to see in Hell's Kitchen, not these days."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"I like to feel the pain." Then a brief pause. "Not *that* way.." a chortle as Elektra slowly gets herself down with her head on the pillow, "But it means I am still alive and kicking. Being numb makes us be unprepared..." if the accent speaks of privilege the rest of her body doesn't seem to do so. Scrapes and scars all about that back. And a new shiny one to be had on her shoulder apparently. Oh joy!

When the knife comes out she lets out a gasp, one hand firmly taking hold of the couch and pressing on it. *Squeezing* "Yea..." she confirms when Claire guesses the lawyer. "Matthew." though she doesn't use the diminutive! "We met a few years back. Young and dumb.." she murmurs. Truthfully she probably wouldn't share this much in normal conversation. But talking does keep her mind working right now, and she needs that.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Matthew." Claire echoes, not exactly parroting her accent, but picking up the slightly different way Elektra says his name. The fullness of it. The weight there. Claire doesn't miss the history. Some amused glint of something crosses her face as she mentally starts counting down a minute, keeping that heavy pressure in place and letting the modern military tech do its work. She must have some sort of sponsor to have this kind of bandage. Or very quick hands at the hospital.

"Pain is good to a point, yes, and there's going to be more. This is deep and will need stitch up at *best*. If the knife hit anything vital muscle wise, you're going to want to see that doctor of yours or risk losing some use of this arm. Flex your hand for me. Gentle." Claire reaches her free hand down, fingertips tracing carefully across the edges of Elektra's hand. It might almost be intimate if it wasn't so damn clinical. "Can you feel all that?"

Then it's back up to the European woman's eyes, her own gaze narrowing some. Trying to figure out just how a woman like this meets Matt from 6C. "...must have been quite the meeting to drag you all the way across an ocean to see him again. He's not always dumb. Just...often."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
There is indeed that weight of the name when she says it, but then again Elektra can be like that with everyone. Never get too close! Unless it's very specific people. Still, she behaves as that bandage is pressed on the wound, making her body tighten and tense at it, eyes closing. But no screaming, at least not externally. "I won't lose use of my arm." there is a certainty to her voice there, as if there was no way it would happen, as if fate wouldn't let it be so. Or she could have her own tricks! Whatever it is though she doesn't explain further instead feeling that hand alongside her arm...

"I can feel it.." she squeezes her hand slowly. All the fingers seem to be working well at least!

She relaxes some, a moment's respite from the stitching to come. "More than often. But that'd be a story for another day.." she snorts at that, the corner of her lips curling up in a smirk. "I have lived in New York in the past." she then adds, though her focus then shifts. "What about you? Let me guess, he fell down your window?"

Claire Temple has posed:
Watching hand flex and muscles actually respond, Claire relaxes by inches, seeming pleased with what she sees. "Lucky lady..." She mutters at the wound. Very carefully, she begins to pull back the bandage. Fresh blood, but nothing spurting or gushing. Another good sign. "...cleaning, then stitches. This is all going to suck." Claire has no time for gentle bedside manner. She doubts Elektra would care for it. Next, the wound wash comes out and she begins the blood process of trying to be sure there's no cloth or debris left in the wound.

"You're bleeding on my couch because our mutual acquaintance likes to play vigilante on the weekends. I think I've got time for a story. Hell, I don't even know your *name* yet." Claire's about to introduce herself then pauses. Wait. Elektra knew that. She goes back to cleaning out the wound, her voice just a bit distracted by the somewhat delicate work that is this sort of wound care.

"Passed out in the same alley you were in, just happened to see it walking home... I don't know why I didn't just call the cops but half the time they don't show up so I drug his ass upstairs. Mask was off and I had a guess of who he was before he even woke up. But, he didn't bleed out on me so... I'll count that night as a win." She explains distantly, the story burned in her brain months later. It changed a lot of her life.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"What happened to the 'business relationship' with your clients?" Elektra then inquires when Claire asks for the story, letting out another snort but she is more gone than here at the moment. Gone to sleep that is! Not dead... She lost some blood but will live. At least for now! But she does speak up her name again. "Elektra Natchios." her breathing now quieter.

"But he is more stubborn than dumb, if we are going to be honest about it whole." her head now twists on the pillow so one of her dark eyes can look at Claire somewhat. "Was Matthew your first one then? To be put on the couch?" she sounds amused. "Or is this something you have been doing for a while now?"

Now that the knife is out and the wound is being clean she appears to be a lot calmer and steady. And not delirious at least! Always a good sign.

Claire Temple has posed:
There is a *look* on Claire's face, chin slightly drawing back and full mouth getting that slightly amused, slightly insulted line that happens when she can't quite believe she's being asked something. Then Elektra clarifies 'which first' and, suddenly, the nurse is blushing just a little bit. She clears her throat, head tilting more to really focus on the last few flushes of the wound. "Uh...yeah. About a year ago now. He was the first. I'm breaking... so many f*cking laws doing this." Claire admits, the edge of nerves about it all never really having left.

"Elektra. Well, it's nice to meet you, Elektra Natchios. I'm sad *Matthew* couldn't have had us meet over beers or maybe a cheese steak. You know, the way it normally goes when old friends come to visit. Suppose that's too much to ask of him..." She deadpans. Then it's a new set of gloves and that pre-sterlized, single use surgical needle. "...Almost there. Self dissolving stitches. They're a bit nicer. And, as usual, keep an eye for a fever of the next few days." Claire's eyes survey the various scars on the woman's body and shoulder. "...you've been through this before."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Yes, Elektra knew what she was doing when she asked the questions in that manner and order! That much is visible on the growing smirk upon her expression. Which often isn't a good thing to do when there's someone tending to your wounds. But then again Elektra does enjoy living dangerously. "Laws..." she scoffs at that. "Good thing none of us are nice, law-abiding citizens, mmmm?" the eye that is visible winking. "Even if someone do insist on just being way too nice and good samaritans.." a condescending tsk escaping her lips.

"We really aren't the type to be having cheese steak, or any kind of lunch really. Well, you are free to ask him about me next time we meet."

Her good arm reaches inside a pocket and she brings out a phone. "Can you give this to him when you find him? Tell Matthew it'd be good to have it unlocked so we can follow up on a certain case we have been working on.." it slips away from her grasp and falls to the ground, making her mutter. The last comment does make her smile faintly.

"It's an exciting life out there, Claire. Full of cuts and blows."

Claire Temple has posed:
The nurse has no room to argue with Elektra's words, even if the leveled, momentary look she's given says Claire isn't exactly comfortable with how accurate the woman nails the situation. All of them left normal a while ago. She sighs and just finishes up the last few, quick stitches. "Tsk. Stop. Leave it. I'll get it in a minute." Claire mutters to the phone, not pleased her patient is moving even if it's keeping Elektra awake.

She finishes up two other tight, now-expert handed stitches. She's not a surgeon's assistant but she should be at this point. Looking across the wound, she still doesn't seem thrilled, but she carefully cleans it off one last time before pressing some gauze into place and taping it off. "I'm serious. Don't move it too much. I'd prefer if you spent the night here, let me look it over in the morning again... but..." Claire sinks back on her heels as she starts peeling the gloves off. "You're leaving the phone for Matt doesn't make it look good for convincing you to stay."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"I don't make it an habit to sleep at someone's place the first night we meet." Elektra replies, that hint of amusement still there on her tone. And once those stitches are in place she very *carefully* starts to get up to her feet, making sure to not put any weight or pressure on the injured arm. A bit woozy but .., she isn't fainting at least. "But I am certain this won't be the last time we will meet, Claire."

She tosses a glance over her shoulder to have a partial look at the wounding. "You are good, your reputation doesn't go unmerited." a step to the side and another look is given to the place before her dark eyes fix on Claire.

"While I'd wish to say it was a pleasure, well, hopefully next time will be better, mmm?" her hand reaches up to brush some hair out of her face. Ufff.., she is a mess.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire really doesn't look thrilled, especially as she can see the slight unevenness of Elektra's motions. "...Wait. Just...wait. If you're going to be so damn stubborn about it." Claire doesn't quite have time for niceties when a half dizzy woman is about to leave her apartment. Leaving the biohazard pile on the floor for later, she turns back to the kitchen. She grabs a small bottle of orange juice from the fridge door and a t-shirt off the laundry pile. It's horribly not designer and very not Elektra's style.

She returns with both, handing the t-shirt over first. "You'll get less questions. Just...put it on." She'll even help, of the woman allows. Then the orange juice is next. "You lost a lot of blood and wherever you end up, I hope it's not far. Just...take it slow. You clearly know how to find me."

With that, there's little else the nurse can do. She crosses her arms over her chest, watching the other woman with concerned, unhappy eyes. "Hopefully. Keep yourself in one piece enough that, yeah... we can actually enjoy ourselves next time, hm? Be nice to have someone in my corner to set that man straight." Though, her gaze is skeptical if ELektra is that person.