It's just enough time for her to inch up to drink her water and firmly regret once again not murdering that man. Elektra sighs loudly, but picks up her phone. A promise is a promise. She wouldn't offer something to him unless she planned to follow through.

She has to shake her head after reading the message. He really is a housewife at times. What's sad is she already knows what he needs from the store. What does that make her again?

I still don't have food in any of these houses.