Elektra was not so keen to work undercover, it was not her thing. She preferred up close and personal confrontation to hiding in the background with a tray of the best wine on her palm. It didn't matter though, she was already in now and there was no getting out without sure awkwardness to ensue. Where did that leave her? In a tight black and white unifrom and painted on ruby lips, with a sick pleasent smile pasted on her features. There were worst fates, but at the moment, Elektra couldn't think of any.
Why was she here exactly? Mostly to find out what everyone else was doing in the hero business of things, but otherwise to keep a eye on Mr. Stark. Yes, she was aware that Felicia was here, how could she miss her in the dress? All the more reason she tried to be somewhat on her guard, even when she watched him slip from the room with a green hared girl. She followed closer then she probably should have, sai brushing her legs with each careful walk, but he didn't leave with her.
So it was back to business, posing up against the bar with heels crossed and green eyes checking out the population around her. She was an outcast among those who were so much more equipped to save the world. She was a washed-out assassin, a pariah in her own world and traitor by name. It was sick to think she had betrayed both sides at one point, but now she was stuck in the middle somewhere floundering. Well she supposed there were worst fates...like being dead.