She resisted the urge to dump a pile of extra sugar in her espresso, smiling a little at his over-solicitiousness. Uncomfortable? Her? Not exactly, Matt. Not exactly. "I started in the nightclub scene in Japan when I was keeping an eye on the Hand. Clueless socialite who couldn't possibly be very good at reading lips in a language she'd supposedly just learned in college, good way to pick up information." Then, of course, Elektra had killed her. Brought her back somehow and brainwashed her to fight against the Avengers. By the time they'd deprogrammed her and gotten back to the States, the civil war was well underway and "undercover" mostly meant hiding out at Dr Strange's place with, in retrospect, far too much of Clint.
"Did some more of that for a while, until more recently there was word of a new kingpin in LA. The only connection I could find was a strip club, so I worked there for a while. Until Moon Knight busted my cover, anyway." Her cringe was audible, had to be. It had not been her most successful mission, and occasionally she still thought she should have just left him there to take the beating. At least she hadn't let herself get pulled any further into his mad schemes. "Then of course I came here, where as far as I can tell any anyone does is date, post image macros, and occasionally fight off aliens. It's kind of relaxing."