Over far too quickly, just as she'd thought. But there had been blood, and threats, and quite the display of force and quick thinking by the blonde.
When it was evident that the three men were choosing to wisely retreat, Elektra considered doing the same, as it was clear the action was now elsewhere. But it was rare she came upon a woman (what appeared to be an average non-enhanced human woman at that) who could handle herself when faced with the potential threat of violence and theft. The odds had been stacked against her, and still she came out the victor. There were aspects Elektra thought the blonde could have handled more efficiently, but credit where credit was due - she came out on top. That's all that mattered. They left bloody and she was still standing.
The woman was backing away, keeping her eyes on her their departing figures. In a few more steps she would collide right into the front of Elektra if she wasn't careful. Given that the woman was still holding a gun, Elektra waited until she was close enough, then quickly shifted positions so that she was no longer behind the blonde, ducking beneath her outstretched arm and disarming her of her gun in the process. It was one steady and fluid motion born of a lifetime of practice. She had no intention of being shot at tonight.
"That was quite impressive," she remarked, taking a few steps back to keep a workable distance between them. Should the woman decide she wanted to lunge for her gun; Elektra would be ready.
The corner of her lips curved upward in a slight grin. Her expression was non-threatening, just amusement and a bit of wickedness in her gaze. "Is this how you spend your evenings? Take-out and roughing up the locals?" Not an unappealing combination. Food and fighting were both languages she spoke fluently. "Not that I'm judging." Far from it.