Elektra had been sipping her wine, flashing a dazzling smile at her patron with all the gusto of a girl who was truly in love...or at least being paid to look that way. No one even suspected for a moment that she was actually being paid for the opposite, to end his life with a sai to the heart. No, that dress and those legs complete with startingly green eyes...she was just a female alone at the bar. She took in everything; the sparkling dresses to the people posed on the slot machine, pulling that lever to see what their fortunes brought. Elektra had never been one to leave herself to fate, she liked molding it in her own hands to her liking...her father's death taught her destiny was for fools.
Her sensitive hearing picked up on the steps behind her, but she remained stone still and emotionless. More then likely it was a guest of the casino and why should she bother? She had a part to play and that meant looking every bit the innocent girl she could...though the muscles made that impossible. However, she couldn't keep the position long as she felt the faintest touch upon her dress and then her shoulder before moving to the strands lying across her back. It took everything she had not to whip around and grab the fool by the neck, slamming him down upon the bar.
"Can I help you with something?" The Grecian woman slowly turned, flashing a well practiced smile at the man. She had no idea who he was, his face didn't appear familiar despite the strangest sense of deja vu that over came her suddenly. For a moment she had a flash, a image, but then it was gone and she left reaching for a blank slate again. Green eyes met his own, but there was no sign of recoginization among those features...only the cool practice of an assassin at work.