Elektra shrugs. "Isn't it? I can't help noticing the way it's backed off." She drops the bag in her mug and stares down at it. "Maybe I'm the wrong person to judge this. This is an improvement over the situation I face at home." Elektra has only had to kill demons since her arrival. How many people would have died by now so she could keep on living there? Ten? Twenty? A hundred?