Despite everything, the assassin still had a inclination to protect him and as people bumped along side them, she reached out and laid a light hand over his arm to keep him steady. At the question, she kept her vision focused ahead, slighly frightened that her gaze would possibly give her away. Though she was good at hiding, Elektra didn't trust herself lately to keep such a emotionless mask going. It was possibly because she hadn't been able to raise a sai against anyone who didn't decide to go after her first.
"Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Stark, but I haven't killed anyone since Las Vegas". It wasn't because of lack of employment either; it was more of a gain in conscious that she hadn't known since her father's death. At the same time, she found herself fluttering around the businessman she had once sought to kill in a effort to keep him alive. Not that she would ever say that to him.