At his reassurance she finally settles down. Her heart slows back down to a more normal pace. Elektra knows when it counts he'll be consumed by his guilt. Nothing she says will change that. She also has to know she tried.

During the lull, Elektra pulls away enough to finally attempt to lay beside him. She's still sore and bruised from her fight with Frank as much as she hates to admit it. She can't hover above him all day when her abdominal muscles ache like this. The medbay beds aren't made for two, but she's skinny so she can make it work.

She smiles wryly at the question. "I suspected you wouldn't. This place isn't natural, Matthew. It's practically designed to assault anyone's senses." They both know his are more sensitive than most. This must be Hell for him. She'll need to work on fixing that. "I trust Francis explained some ways to help lessen the pain? Or were you being too difficult to listen?" She asks it with all fondness. She wouldn't have him any other way.