Yeah Elektra has had to put up with a lot. Matt can tell that Frank isn't drunk, but he can't tell much else if he's swallowed something. 'You're in space, idiot' would explain the imbalance and a lot of the disorientation Matt's feeling, but the New Yorker who's never left New York finds that hard to believe. How did he even get to space? Who on Earth would send a blind man into space? He's not trained for this.

The information overload floats around like background noise, and Matt absorbs some of it the way he tends to absorb information quickly even though he's finding it difficult to focus. He doesn't like the communicator. It buzzes. He doesn't like the boots either. They're heavy. What rings? Frank would it kill you to slow down and talk to your lawyer like he's the dumb one in this professional lawyer-client relationship?

Matt tilts his head the other way and blinks at Frank but otherwise doesn't say anything to acknowledge that he heard any of that. He clenches his teeth and his brows furrow.

"...Karen? Karen Page?" Frank had mentioned her before but Matt's thought Frank's mind was still in lalaland. Elektra's alive and Karen's here? That's great going to be. Awkward.