Elektra folded her hands on the table, green eyes watching him with some scrutiny. To her he was just another rich, smug bastard...a job, but it couldn't be all true. She had slipped up...but he had offered a better paycheck the last time around...and she ended up in a jail, with gawking guards and less then apt dinner service. It certainly was a step up being here...though it was in a way not so great. At the question, Elektra sipped her water, her eyes strayed to the butter knife for a moment, but she made no move to attempt a kill. Instead, she leaned back in her chair. " Because I failed."