She doesn't bother hiding how smug her smile is. Maybe all that time she spent stalking Billy Russo wasn't a total waste, after all. "Because he made himself forget every part of the story where he was the villain." Elektra latches onto his arm to direct him out the door with her. She rather be gone before the lady counts her bloody dollars. She'll have to smooth that one out some more later.

For now, she steers him away like some pushy lover. They'll fit right in with the summer crowds while she continues. Her eyes are trained ahead with a smile no less self-satisfied. "That might not be a problem on its own. It's pathetic and cowardly, but not dangerous to anyone unless of course someone were feeding his delusions of victimhood on a fairly regular basis." She spares him a glance. She knows he's smart enough to catch where this is going, but the explanation goes on all the same.

"He has a notebook filled with sketches of your symbol. He dreams about how evil man with a skull on his chest destroys his face almost every night. It follows the same pattern: he gets violent, his therapist drops everything to run to his side and reassure him he's done nothing wrong regardless of who he hurts that night, and they do it all over again only with more violent results each time. I am positive that is by design." She stops there to gauge his reaction. Elektra definitely gave away more than she liked. She watched Billy long enough to establish patterns and steal something from Russo even under that woman's watchful eye. It wasn't an easy feat. Elektra hopes he gets the big picture she is painting here. It'd be a shame if he got taken out by Russo this soon in the game.