Elektra likes the gardens. It reminds her of the childhood home in Greece minus a mile or two of hedge mazes. She could use a reminder of pleasanter days after a nearly sleepless night. (A person like her has a thousand terrible reasons not to sleep at night.) Most of the time she can get through it without any company much to her preference, but today isn't that lucky day.

Normally she would ignore someone acting strange at the front doors as she heads back inside. This is a girl, a familiar looking one at that even if she can't place the name, so Elektra quietly intervenes.

"Everything okay?"