Elektra looked between the two, amusement strangely present in her green eyes. Most of it was at the bluntness of Tony, which truly was not unexpected and the rest lay at the personal assistant comment. Who said she wasn't a bitch? She was cold, calculated, and always ahead...instinct worked at for years before she actually accounted for it as a skill. She thought like a woman, but struck like a cobra someone had said once...they weren't far off.
She stalked to the door at the pointed finger and slipped out, waiting patiently for the man who was going to provide her with a ride. Sinking against the wall, she crossed her arms, sai brushing her hips.