She's heard that tone before. Elektra automatically knows what it means. It chills her to the bone. She doesn't like to think of her supposed fate to die, be reborn, and become a slave of the Hand. It's undeniable to think of it now. What must he think of her now? Does he think she's the monster they made her into it? "You think I'm dead." Her hold on him loosens as she struggles to deal with badly the reminder shakes her.

The moment passes, her grip returns. She doesn't know what to make of his act still, but it doesn't matter. Only one thing does. Elektra leans into his touch as she implores him. "Come with me. I swear to you I am not what they turned me into. It is me, Matthew. I am here with you so please don't be afraid. We're going to be alright." She can hope so anyways.