4027/Brooklyn

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Brooklyn
Date of Scene: 04 November 2020
Location: Brooklyn
Synopsis: Jimmy and Elektra meet in Brooklyn and get into a talk. Noone dies.
Cast of Characters: Jimmy Hudson, Elektra Natchios




Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Even in the information age sometimes a guy just has to make a phone call. Not from a cell, since that could feasibly be tracked, and not from a land-line nearby since that could lead people to that school for the gifted. Something more anonymous, not as likely to draw attention with a casual call made during the end of the day just before five and the rush hour, but after when people finished their school day.
    Luckily. Manhattan is the capital of pay phones in the world, even in this day and age. It has many along the streets, outside buildings, around various package and convenience stores. Some of them with more camera coverage assuredly, but if you look long enough and keep a mind toward security and sight lines, well a truly anonymous call could well be made.
    "Heya, Wilson. It's Jim Hudson." The tall man in the blue jeans and brown leather jacket leans against the small alcove against the stone wall. One arm rests on the shell covering over top the cellphone while his other hand holds the phone to his ear as he frowns while he speaks.
    "Yeah."
    "Yeah."
    "It was a mess. I got hit with some of the debris, emergency workers got me out of there."
    "Yeah, I heard."
    "I don't know, I woke up and..."
    "Yeah."
    "I don't know. That sort of thing can rattle a guy. Think I might just take my vacation and start looking for something else."
    He shifts his weight to the other hip, glancing at the posterboard sign that hangs nearby which conveniently blocks the bank camera which might have been used to capture his image. "I know. I'll miss them too."
    "It was always a temporary thing. Give people my goodbyes and love and all. Yeah."
    A pause as he stands there at the phone and frowns, free hand lifting to push through his hair as he looks to the side, eyes narrowed in a squint. "Yeah, you too. Keep in touch. You have my email, right? Alright."
    And with that the phone clicks back into its carriage, leaving the grim looking man frowning at it.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It's been some seriously disturbing days as of late for the assassin, Elektra having gone from being controlled by some corrupt avatar entity of the zodiac to actually being part of burning down the culprit of such. Literally. Of course that secrets had been spilled so she was now in need of going out for a walk. Away from her usual perches and just wander the streets of New York..

Her trip has brought her over to Brooklyn, the chill of near-winger noticeable in the way she dresses, pants and boots, dark woolen shirt and a large coat over her form that sways in the wind. It's closed up in front, her hands in her pockets and she wanders by the same sidewalk where Jimmy is at right now, her usually neat and tied-up hair wild in the wind now. Such a nuisance.

She pauses to look up at the front of a store, an antique store. She frowns faintly.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    The man near that store is still standing by the phone, one hand upon it and his expression thoughtful. There's something of the Winter to him as well in some ways. The haggard look to him, weathered features as if the cold weather suited him just fine but left him with a harsher outlook on life than is often seen on the faces of the casual New Yorker, which might be saying something.
    He turns and starts to step away from the phone, almost directly into the path of a passerby whom he nods to and lifts his hand in silent apology. Which just serves to put him in the path of Elektra.
    "Excuse me." He says, taking a breath as his hands come up as if to stop the possible collision. But something about the woman in front of him. Something smells different. He doesn't have an exhaustive understanding of how those senses work, or even what aspect of scent it is that lingers on her, whether it's tinged from the weapons and blades she at times wears, or something eldritch connected to those Zodiac creatures.
    But whatever it is it moves him to ask, "You ok?" Breaking several of the main rules that any New York tourist should live by.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Death does have a tendency to follow her, having been so ingrained in her life ever since she could walk. It's visible in the way Elektra stands there, prepared, on how she'd be ready to shift and face an opponent at a moment's notice. The poise of someone ready for battle. One hand goes up, sliding across her hair to tame it's unruliness. She is in the process of tying the ponytail tighter when she hears the voice not too far from her..

It's close enough to make her pause. A ruse? Someone following her and now making a move to attack her? If so it'd be a big mistake to ask her something before attempting the deed. But then again, she had had her own slew of amateurs attempting it in the past.

Dark gaze rests up on Jimmy, watching, taking in his measure. "Is any of us ever ok? But I am alive. And that matters." the woman murmurs in reply. She seems content to leave the conversation there, her eyes returning to the window store but then her voice is heard again.

"Do I not look ok?"

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Almost like a partner upon her shoulder, mortality does hold her in its favor for she is often such a stark reminder to those around her that life is fleeting and often it is urged off toward freedom to cast off the mortal shell at the tip of her blades. Yet the tall man has no idea that may be what he is perceiving, no idea that this exotic woman who causes him to take that second and third glance causes it by that instinctive feeling of the edge one peers over when looking down toward oblivion.
    The wise course of action would be to just hold his hands up, to beg off with an apology and step around. To once again become one with the city's citizenry and fade into obscurity. Yet he instead follows her gaze to the window of antiques, even as the store owner is leaning over the back of the display in that window, adjusting some of the old dolls and furnishings for the dollhouse there, trying to capture that small sliver of life in repose.
    Silence is there for a time, and then he says what that look on her face seemed to say to him. "You look like you've had a lot on your mind." His eyes are hard to see, narrowed naturally but they're blue. She might see them in the reflection of the glass as they look at the antiques. His eyebrows lift and he says, "And remind me of a friend."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"It's when we stop having much in our minds to worry with that we should be careful. And consider what we are doing with life." Elektra retorts, continuing with her eyes on the glass. Yet it's noticeable she is looking at the man in the reflection. Her arms fold about her waist, hugging the large coat to her form. Her gaze only stops focusing on Jimmy when the store owner is close to the window. It's when Elektra watches him intently, thoughtful, perhaps trying to remember something. She tenses, slowly but then eventually eases up. This is not the one...

"A friend." She then echoes, casting a look over her shoulder, one dark eye up on Jimmy. "Somehow I do not think I'd be anything like your friend." for a moment she is amused. New Yorkers. Thinking they can understand someone! But her life is so different from everyone elses! Or at least so she thinks.

"You do not appear so immune to it either." She says, of having much on one's mind. "Of the worrying type."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "Maybe." He says in answer to her statements, though it's not entirely clear if he means her idea of philosophy about having matters on the mind... or about her being like his friend. The two of them do have some similarities.
    His hands return to the pockets of his jacket, causing his shoulders to hunch up a little. The antique store owner smiles to them and give a small wave, which causes the man to exhale a slight breath of almost a laugh as he gives a nod back to the wizened old man tending to that dollhouse. Yet James still does seem to be pondering matters. He takes a step forward to lightly rap knuckles on the window causing it to make a whum-whum sound and snaring the attention of the man inside. He gives the store owner a thumbs up as he nods to the dollhouse. A thumbs up that's returned with a smile by the old fellow.
    Then James turns back to meet Elektra's eyes and for the first time to look directly at her, as if considering her as something new. "You ever hear of the Liberating Qualities of Anonymity?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"The one where you share your woes with a complete stranger? I have heard that's what goes on at those gatherings of alcoholics who try to get over the vice." A shoulder rising up in a brief shrug. She doesn't seem the type to care much about those. Elektra? Vices? Certainly not! Just for killing, thrills and a slew of other things.. Minor stuff, really.

"Is this what it's about? A sharing of woes under anonymity?" The corner of her mouth quirks up into an amused, brief smirk. "That should also mean keeping our names off the talk then." which seems to suit her just fine.

She casts just one last glance to the shop keeper. Nope, not the one she is looking for. So she smiles just as well. A tight-lipped smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Stepping away from the window, he nods a few times slowly, looking at her sidelong as he keeps his hands in his pockets. "Maybe a corollary." He says, then looks to the left and steps across the sidewalk to stand near that phone booth where he was at first. Still close enough to talk, but now out of the path of through traffic.
    "More how it's easier to talk to someone so long as you have that veil of ignorance. Can share what you want, don't have to worry about accountability."
    He looks beyond her for a time, then back with that somewhat squinted narrow-eyed gaze. "You start learning names, or details about a person, and then people clam up more. Less open with what they say and yeah, sometimes that includes woes. But not always."
    One hand slides out of his jacket pocket to scratch at the side of his jaw with a fingernail, scritching slightly and then his head turns back to her. "Though, jury's still out if coffee helps things one way or another."
    Did he just ask her to have coffee with him? Maybe. Then again maybe not.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Yes." Elektra promptly says in agreement. "Many people suffer from offering too much exposition." A faint sigh escaping the woman's lips. And honestly, she doesn't seem the type to be too patient to other people's problems. Just enough if they sound interesting. Interesting to her view, that is. The woman turns from the shop she was close to, sharp gaze now fully on Jimmy, watching and studying, the kind of look of someone who is hard to smile.

"Coffee will be fine." She confirms, starting to walk down the street. She did see a coffee shop not too far so that's where she begins to walk towards, stalking for that shop. Her steps aren't hurried but still firm, not one to dally out without purpose for too long.

"How is that friend I remind you of like?" She then finally questions. The coffee isn't far now, just on the other side of the street.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Pausing on the lip of the curb, James slides his hands out of his pockets and rests one upon the lamp post next to them. He looks for a break in the traffic and tilts his head one way, then the other.
    It's not until that break comes that he speaks again, lifting his voice to tell her. "Met her a few days ago." Then there's a pause and he confides a little more, perhaps a symptom of that anonymity. "Actually have been meeting a lot of people lately." He steps into the road and starts across. Technically jay-walking. Technically breaking the law. Doesn't seem to bother him. Such a rebel.
    Then as they move he tells her, "Carries herself in a same way. Ready. A little on edge. But controlled. As if the world might offer something up surprising, but no matter what it is it won't be something unable to be overcome."
    Onto the other side of the street and the coffee shop. He'll draw open the door and wait for her to precede him inside. Should she do so he'll follow after, letting the door close with a faint jangle of a bell behind him.
    Then he adds levelly, "Also. Very pretty." No smile is given, nor smirk. More as if he was just relaying facts of the matter.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
No qualms for Elektra about jay-walking. She goes by, barely a pause to look one way or the other. A sin in New York! But she doesn't seem to care, or perhaps she can just hear those cars. No electric cars one hopes! She carries herself to the other side and now they are right next to the coffee. "Inside. Not going to be out here in the cold." She says about the tables available outside. So instead she walks in, the little chime announcing new clients. She lifts a couple of fingers to the waitress, table for two, then walks to the one they are pointed to.

"Someone with sense on their head then." She says of that friend of Jimmy's. "Confident and sure of herself but knowing the world can throw some curve balls." she sits down, opening her jacket on the front but still keeping it on for now.

She only smirks about the pretty part, not commenting on it, instead asking. "All this meeting of new people seems to be what's been troubling you. New friends getting you out of your bubble too much?" She then taking a guess.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Taking a moment to signal a server, the coffee shop they're in actually seems a little more robust and more like a restaurant that's open for out door dining and warm refreshment, though perhaps not quite yet open for dinner. Eventually the server will make their way over, but it's only once they offer orders to the young woman before he picks up the thread of conversation again.
    "That could be it," The bubble comment as he takes his jacket off, slipping it over the back of his chair and then leaning forward with his arms resting on the table. He's broad of chest, wide shoulders and a firm physique. Those forearms are furry and defined with a few veins here and there visible like a man who has made his living working with his hands at some point in his life.
    "Sometimes life comes at you and you have to adapt and deal with it. Roll with the punches." And then he'll smile for the first time. A slight thing that's more just a ghost at the corner of his mouth, more sardonic and turned inwards as if not caring for what he just said or how he said it. But it does change his features, makes him slightly less imposing before he turns those blue eyes back on her.
    "Strike up a conversation with a woman you've never met in lieu of heading back and dealing with matters."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Delaying tactics." Elektra then says with an understanding 'ahhh'. A nod follows swiftly after. Yes, she is quite knowledgeable about those. "That was going to be my second guess." her eyes inspect the man, going over those arms, then hands. "You look more of a hands-on kind of man though, not the brooding type. Or delaying what should not be delayed." she notes, elegant fingertips gesturing to the waitress. "A coffee, please." hands seem mostly smooth if it wasn't for the clear marks of callouses on the tips. This is not a woman that spends her time on beauty salons apparently, or doing her nails.

"Or are you having second thoughts on what life has in store for you? The path you chose.." The woman rests one hand on the edge of the table, fingertips drumming slowly on it.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "Might be delaying." He says, blue eyes distanced and then returning to her. His gaze drops down for a moment then return to her gaze as he says, "Might just be trying to catch my breath." He offers that alternative viewpoint and seems not entirely sure himself whichever way it might turn.
    Then that small smile returns as he says with a hint of argument in his tone. "I wouldn't call it brooding. That's something that has more to do with hens and eggs." Which is true.
    Then his attention returns to her and he says calmly, "Though I get the feeling you're walking down a similar path." He looks up toward the door they came through, head tilting slightly as he considers. "Or maybe already made a decision about it."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Delaying? Me?" Elektra lets out a brief smirk, shaking her head, "Was just looking for someone. Trying my luck as it was." not exactly the whole truth. But Elektra isn't the type to share the whole truth all the time, or at any time really. "But no luck. I am patient." a certain edge to her tone. Yes, she is very patient. Revenge is a dish served cold afterall.

"But to answer. I am dealing with things my own way. As it should be." the coffee finally comes, Elektra pausing to thank the waitress with a rather brief nod. She takes a sip from her coffee before continues. "But you have yet to tell me what the problem with your life seems to be. Or the choices."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "That's true," James says as he takes up his coffee then and has a sip of his own, not adding sugar nor cream to it, just enjoying the taste such as it is. "Life's sort of like that I imagine."
    He looks over toward the window that looks out upon that street, and in turn to the antique store they were looking at only moments ago. He sees the shop owner coming out to spritz the display window with some cleaner and starts to wipe it down. Which causes the young mutant to smile a little.
    "Think it's like being at a pool. You hover on the edge of things, pondering if you should take that step and leap in or just sorta dab your toe in it." He chews on the inside of his cheek, then smirks a little more.
    "And eventually. You gotta say what the hell? Right?" He looks back at her, and then leans forwards and offers his hand as he violates that tenet of anonymity by telling her simply, "James Hudson. S'good to meet you."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
There is a lot to be said for coffee being the Bringer of Life. For Elektra it is but a formality though, she holding on to her mug casually, another brief sip taken from it. She isn't really the type to respect the power of coffee, but she accepts it at least. But like Jimmy she takes it black, no additions of either sugar or ugh .., cream.

"A crossroads.." Elektra confirms with a brief nod of her head when the man explains further about what's been eating at his thoughts. "An important one too. What's stopping you from taking the leap?" dark eyes continuing to study. The doubt is easy to read, the split between two worlds. She narrows her eyes faintly.

"Indecision can often bring one to find the opportunity one was jumping into to have passed them through. Balance, as I said earlier. But hesitation is the real killer." this is clearly not a woman that hesitates about anything.

Introductions do make her quirk a brow. "And here I was thinking we were doing this under the guise of anonymity." a tsk. "Breaking the rules so soon already?" but she does sound amused.

"Elektra Natchios."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    The hand shake if accepted isn't aggressive nor abrupt, it's just what it should be. An introduction and then drawn back as he settles in his seat. The coffee is taken back up and he takes another sip. "There's indecision, though. But there's a wisdom in wariness." As he says that he lifts a boot up over his knee and rests a hand on his ankle. Calm blue eyes look across the table at her.
    "Anonymity is fine, but sometimes if you want to know more you need to take that gamble and find out what you can. Gotta show the hold card for that sometimes." His smile curls a little as he holds his coffee to his lips and takes a sip, inhales the warmth which is a nice comfort against the chill of the season.
    "Reactions to that can in turn feed your observations. Such as..." He gives a nod and meets her gaze, head tilting one way... then the other.
    "You..." He points a little while he squints slightly, "Know how to ride a horse. Am I right?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Nothing strange on Elektra's handshake either. Just as it should be. She soon is back to leaning back on her chair, brushing some dark hair away from her face, again those fingertips slowly drumming on the table top. "True." she admits, about wisdom. "Old men are full of wisdom. And wariness. They also have not accomplished anything in their life." now she is a tad amused. "You do not seem old, or unaccomplished. Yet. Perhaps there is still hope." but then she concedes a point to being wary. "One often lives to that old age by being wary though."

When Jimmy then goes about her knowing how to ride it has Elektra quirk an eyebrow up curiously. Not that she makes it easy. Nope! "What makes you think I know how to ride?" she questions in return. Rude! A question in answer to a question!

"I will confirm nothing until you tell me your thought process." Blackmail, clearly.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "Still hope that I'll get something done?" The young man looks away, his lip curving into a smile that's barely there, "Or still hope I can grow to a ripe old age?" He looks back and that smile is more pronounced, still just a shadow and a slight dimple in one cheek, but that's it.
    Yet he tilts his head slightly to the side and lifts a hand, as if brushing away that line of conversation in lieu of the other she pursues. About his brilliant powers of perception. "You..." He starts to answer, the hand holding his cup on the table uncurling slightly so he can point with one fingertip. "Are wearing very fashionable clothes, your manner is polite and refined, though precise. You have confidence that usually requires a strong father figure. And what dad wouldn't dote on a gal like yourself?"
    He looks down at his cup of coffee and lifts it up but doesn't quite drink yet. "And what little girl doesn't love horses?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
A brief roll of her eyes follows the explanation, Elektra then adding. "Or you read a newspaper where my name was present." she shows as an example. The mention of a father figure does have her squint her eyes for the briefest of seconds though. She did have one, even if not exactly her 'father', more like Master Stick. There's clearly something there though, but doesn't comment, just brushing one hand away in dismissal.

"But yes, you'd be right in that I know how to ride. Not in any great degree, but I have done so." what rich girl wouldn't had afterall?

"I never cared for horses." She then says, rather sincerely. Her interests were always elsewhere when she was a small girl afterall. Like surviving. A pause and then she adds, "You are observant at least, I will give you that. It's not as if you are exactly a close book either.."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    A small exhalation, almost a laugh as he looks to the side with that same smile. When he looks back his head tilts a little crookedly as if trying to get an angle of her from another point of view, as if that would help his perception of her.
    "See, now this is where it gets fun. Everyone's favorite topic of conversation is themselves." He pronounces oh so judgmentally. But the smile that reaches his eyes might rob any sting from those words. Instead he does take a moment to comment, "Though, someone who doesn't care for horses usually is someone who is afraid of them, or has gotten bit."
    Since some horses can be right bastards.
    "But then go on." His voice has that laconic lilt, what almost would be a twang if he was further south but is more an ease with hard consonants as if not giving them the energy they deserve.
    "Tell me how open of a book I am."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Or knocked on the head. I still have the scar if you want to see it." Not that Elektra was ever hit by one, but she has enough scars due to other activities! Still, she is smirking and then leans back on her chair, considering the man. When she eventually speaks up there's a levelled, serious tone to her.

"I think you try too much." She begins. "To be 'normal', keep yourself out of the lime light. Quiet and withdrawn but there's something about you." she gesturing with her fingertips. "As the french say, that je ne sais quois.." of course she is showing off that she knows french. "It's as if you were scared of yourself, in some way. Or afraid of get out of your normality." she looks out the window a moment, thoughtful, then back.

"Maybe you are the smart one." She then concludes.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    To his credit he's listening, and he listens well. It's done with that tell-tale body language of him easing back in his chair and crossing arms over his broad chest. Yet he watches with a glimmer of amusement in return while she tells him of having been thrown from the saddle. Which gets him to nod a bit, as if to say that such a thing does happen.
    When she moves on to himself as a topic he listens, peers curiously, a slight smile twists his features up as she speaks of that certain something. Though that pursuit of the normal does get him to tilt his head away as he gives some thought to it.
    Until finally she finishes, and suggests he might be smart for that pursuit of the mundane. He then nods a little and says, "So you're saying I'm boring. Nice." Which wasn't what she was saying at all, he does suppress the smile though, seemingly true that he does hold that laconic and calm veneer rather well that he can do that so easily. Yet he doesn't offer her an out, perhaps wanting to see her reaction.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"As boring as it gets." Elektra reassures the man. It may not be what she meant, but if Jimmy is going down that path who is she to deny it?! But then she simply smirks. "Of course that would imply I'd talk with boring people, and that is not the case." she informs, shaking her head. "Far from it. So you may have to find another significance to what I said. I am sure you are smart enough for it." the mug is now left to the side.

"Your attempt at a jest does tell me I was not too far from the mark too." She then adds, one arm resting across her waist and the other up, hand holding her chin up.

"So where do you stand, mm?"

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "Anyone can be a smart aleck," James says as he sets his now empty coffee cup down, resting his hands upon the arms of the chair while he looks across the table at the assassin. His head tilts to the side, "Though yeah, most of my family does try to..." He lifts a hand as if catching an invisible tossed ball in his direction and bats it aside, "Deflect with humor."
    Then he rests his hands on that leg drawn up partially in his lap as he surrenders to the idea he voices, "Let's just agree that we're both somewhat perceptive and interesting. And call it a draw." His smile is at home on the corner of his mouth, barely there but she's had enough time to get used to reading the man's features to see it now for what it is.
    "'Attempt' at a jest, though. That's harsh." A small click of his tongue is heard as he perhaps offers that as admonishment before he says, "Though, that's another thing about reality. It's often not as exciting as what we imagine."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Can doesn't mean they should." About smart-alecks. Elektra's fingertip taps over her lips, she continuing to watch Jimmy with some measure of attention. The deflection seems to pretty much be what she expected already, the woman dipping her head just so. Not that she uses humor to deflect. Mostly Sais ... (audience laugh)

"A draw?" She clicks her tongue in response, somewhat annoyed. She isn't the type to accept draws on pretty much anything. "I will take it as a strategic retreat and respect it by not calling victory just yet." now her expression turning into one of amusement. "But very well."

She does appear to agree with those last words though, lips pressed to a thinner line. "No it isn't. And a lot harsher too unfortunately. Not that living in dreams lead us anywhere. That lesson was learned early enough." like no dreams of ponies.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "My last job," James says as he looks to the side, eyes distancing for a time as he lets his thoughts drift to what had passed for him over the last few weeks. "Was as a substitute History and PhysEd teacher, over..." He motions with one hand to the West, as if pointing just across the river towards Jersey.
    "Over in Weehawken." He seems to give that a bit longer in thought, as if that was a chapter of his life he hadn't quite closed the book on. But then his blue eyes turn back to her, meet her gaze as he says with that same smile she's learned to read. "Wasn't exactly prestigious, but it was honest work."
    "Still," He adds after a moment. "Always did feel like an interim thing. Nobody wakes up one day and crawls out of bed expecting the highlight of their day is going to be..." He motions with one hand as if trying to find the right word. "Playing dodgeball with some teenagers."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Weehawken." Clearly Elektra isn't too familiar with the place, even if she most likely knows it's somewhere in Jersey. "It seems to me as if that chapter of your life is done though. At least by the way you talk." she considers it. "That seems like your past. You seem resigned that it won't be what will be in your future. It seems to hold something ..., rather different." she furrows her brows. "You have your doubts though."

She gestures with one hand. "What did you expect your highlights of a day to be then, if not teaching? What are the options?" the woman again reaches for her coffee. Another drink even if it's now getting colder, making her turn her nose at it. Cold coffee.., bleh..

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "You know," Jimmy turns back to look at her, "I don't know. I mean, I like teaching." He lifts a hand and pushes it through his hair, though leaves his hand resting on the back of his neck as he considers, "I like helping kids, and people."
    And that's where he leaves it for now, clearly working on a mental equation but not entirely sharing all the variables with his tablemate. Which might be a frustrating experience in and of itself. Until eventually he says, "You've met me at a strange point in my life."
    As he says that he digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, a few bills unfurled to pay for the not too staggering bill all things considered. He looks across the table at her, "For the coffee. Thanks for letting me talk your ear off. Not exactly fair to use you as a sounding board."
    That said his chair scrapes along the floor slightly as he pushes it back.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"It's a good start." Elektra says about helping people. At least that's what she is told. She only snorts when the man mentions that she met him at a strange point in life and if it's a frustrating experience for her she says nothing of it, nor anything is visible on her expression.

"Have the rest of a good day then, Weehawken teacher. Perhaps I will be seeing you again in the future."

She doesn't stop the man from paying. Go ahead! She watches the bills being put on the table, not getting up and just staying there to enjoy the rest of her coffee.

Just as the man is getting up to his feet again she comments. "It's those strange points in life that let us know more about ourselves." and then she shifts her eyes to glance out the window again, fleeting into her own thoughts.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    A moment, he pauses, then he gives that smile again. "See you around. Elektra." He replies with that name she gave him, then he's turning and moving toward the door.