As if the mob could read her doubts, the amount of not-so-stealthy recording doubled. Tony, who didn't seem to notice the attention, taking it easily like he lived his whole life in the flash of the camera bulb, just swept around to face her with a hand still on her shoulder, thumb resting along the pulse point at her neck and a threat in his eye that she would do best not to encourage. She really needed to learn to control that instinct. It was remarkable that he hadn't found her at the center of a bloodbath in Times Square already.
"If the holidays have got you stressed out, you know you can always call me for a little break," he said, not quite finding his good humour and his smile not reaching his eyes. Still, it was an honest offer, and it came with an inviting wave for her to lead the way-- out of the crowd, preferably, where she wouldn't be pulling her blades on some guy that just tripped over his shoelace. They could both use a bit of a cool down, and maybe Elektra could explain what exactly she was doing here. Last time Tony checked, New York was the last place Elektra wanted to be.