Elektra stood, hands moving to grab at her sai, but merely felt the soft fabric of her red dress instead. Shit. Not that she really needed them, but part of her felt naked without her usual amount of weaponary. She was forced to keep her cool, something the assassin hated...she would so much rather be slicing and dicing instead. Swallowing, she tried her hardest to gather up as much of the Elektra Natchios that was left...not the killer, but the woman, if there was anything left in there of her. Perhaps if Tony had been there, it would have been easier...he had the habit of making that small part of her show, like Matt used to, but he wasn't.
"I won't fuck it up again. You have my word", she answered. "I messed up, but it won't happen again."