"I'm free." Even through all her fear and pain and uncertainty, she found the strength to flash the doctor a defiant, "fuck you" kind of smile. "I'm more free than I've ever been. This was the best thing that ever happened to me. You know what I did after getting fired? I went to England. And it was awesome."

She was just rambling. Inane rambling meant to build up her defenses, make herself feel better, and distract from the sparks that were threatening to crop up again.

It was exhausting. She couldn't keep doing this like she had been. Not like she could at home. Then she could go on and on with her self-destructive electrical hate spiral and not even break a sweat. But here it was different. She wasn't ready to give out yet, but she was feeling the burn. In more ways than one.

The first thing she wanted to do was argue that she wasn't taking anything for granted, that the doctor was wrong, wrong wrong wrong, Elle decided it was time to show him. Show him before she was rendered completely unable to.

Things were harder when her hands were restrained, but she still managed to emit a reasonably large blast of voltage toward the doctor. She wasn't that optimistic, but there was still a part of her that hoped she'd burn through all his protective gear and fry him.