Nothing out here could be as dangerous as me, Elsa thinks to herself, keeping her hands where the other girl could see them as she takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady her emotions. "Thank you. I'm capable of defending myself."

She racks her frazzled brain for memories of her diplomacy lessons, and settles on at least an introduction first; while her muscles stay tense, her voice becomes gentle again, if still formal. She admits to herself it's nice not having to shout. "My name is Elsa. What is the Bastion?"