Elektra looks at her, stunned to be thought of at all. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this woman, but she has to keep doing it. She could get used to being liked even as a voice in the back of her head reminds her that it never lasts. "That is the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me." Getting her daggers this beautiful would really make her whole life so how can Elektra not accept them when offered? Even a test run is wonderful.

She takes them with great care. The weight is the first thing she notices. Elektra expertly flips one in her hand and giggles in excitement. It's almost unnatural how light they are. What she's give to have a real target to hit with them. "If only every organization was so generous." Elektra laments. She always had to buy her own weapons. Sure, she had the money. It's the principle of it. She wants that kind of reminder that she is priceless even knowing most of her allies seem to hate her for whatever reason.